John Singleton Copley Brook Watson And The Shark painting

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conversationally, "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name."
"Say my name, then," the unicorn begged him. "If you know my name, tell it to me."know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poetry, and anything else they hear. They mean well, but they can't keep things straight. And why should they? They die so soon.
The butterfly swaggered before her eyes, singing, "One, two, three o'lairy," as he whirled; chanting, "Not, I'll not,
"Rumpelstiltskin," the butterfly answered happily. "Gotcha! You don't get no medal" He jigged and twinkled on her horn, singing, "Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you \ where once he could not go. Buckle down, Winsocki, go and catch a falling star, day lies still, but blood's a rover, so I should be called kill-devil all the parish over." His eyes were gleaming scarlet in the glow of the unicorn's horn.
She sighed and plodded on, both amused and disappointed. It serves you right