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Страница 41 - A pious action's in thy power, Embrace with joy the happy hour. Now while you draw the vital air, Prove your intention is sincere: This instant give a hundred pound; Your neighbours want, and you abound.
Страница 55 - IN other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye ; Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind. A Turkey, tir'd of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood ; Behind her ran an infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. * Draw near, my Birds...
Страница 44 - And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us shall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true happiness attain, Let honesty your passions rein ; So live in credit and esteem, And the good name you lost, redeem.
Страница 25 - THE SHEPHERD'S DOG AND THE WOLF. A WOLF, with hunger fierce and bold, Ravag'd the plains, and thinn'd the fold : Deep in the wood secure he lay, The thefts of night regal'd the day. In vain the shepherd's wakeful care Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare : In vain the dog pursu'd his pace, The fleeter robber mock'd the chase.
Страница 77 - She next the stately Bull implored; And thus replied the mighty lord : "Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you well ; I may, without offence, pretend To take the freedom of a friend. Love calls me hence ; a...
Страница 25 - Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun. How can that strong intrepid mind Attack a weak defenceless kind ? Those jaws should prey on nobler food, And drink the boar's and lion's blood, Great souls with generous pity melt, Which coward tyrants never felt. How harmless is our fleecy care ! Be brave, and let thy mercy spare.
Страница 44 - O gluttons ! (says the drooping sire) Restrain inordinate desire: Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, When peace of conscience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns destroy our race ? Thieves dread the searching eye of power, And never feel the quiet hour.
Страница 189 - The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry. Who can observe the careful ant And not provide for future want ? My dog (the...
Страница 163 - I'd pawn my word, A goose would be the finer bird. Nature, to hide her own defects, Her bungled work with finery decks; Were geese set off with half that show, Would men admire the peacock ? No.
Страница 5 - While I, with weary step and slow, O'er plains and vales, and mountains go. The morning sees my chase begun, Nor ends it till the setting sun.