Udita

Udita

[Udita @urmikarani99]

You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

[Udita @urmikarani99]

And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.

[Udita @urmikarani99]

There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!

[Udita @urmikarani99]

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,

[Udita @urmikarani99]

Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

[Udita @urmikarani99]

And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,

[Udita @urmikarani99]

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.

[Udita @urmikarani99]

You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

[Udita @urmikarani99]

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

The sun, above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.

[Hasan @nazmulbdgd1]

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:

[david evans @david_evans45]

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is

[david evans @david_evans45]

Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be

[david evans @david_evans45]

Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame nor loss of maidenhead

[david evans @david_evans45]

Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.