paraquit

Updated: June 23, 2025

The hawthorn bush, with blossom white Veiling her branches pricking; The painted lady, fluttering light, The rash pursuer tricking. Grass paraquit, who loves to sit In clustering rows and chat on; Caressing, purring, traitor kit, Fatal to Master Ratton.

Charlotte Mary Yonge - The Pillars of the House, V1