Excerpt from The Pier-Glass A simple nosegay l was that much to ask (winter still gloomed, with scarce a bud yet showing). He loved her ill, if he resigned the task. Somewhere, she cried, there must be blossom blowing. It seems my lady wept and the troll swore By Heaven he hated tears he'd cure her spleen Where she had begged one flower, he'd shower fourscore, A haystack bunch to amaze a China Queen. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.