I knew an Irishman; to England he Came every spring a hay-making; and much Would praise his cabin. By a bog it stood, And he had store of peats. Without a chimney Stood the little cabin. Full of warmth and smoke, It cherished its owner. The smoke he loved,... Memoirs of the life of Thomas Beddoes, with an analytical account of his ... - Page xlviii by John Edmonds Stock - 1811 - 413 pages Full view -
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