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Side 283 - ... a right to do what he likes with his own ; and the side of the river adjoining
Side 250 - Outstretched, and finely sensible, draws full, Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey ; As in the sun the circling covey bask Their varied plumes, and, watchful every way. Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye.
Side 435 - ... you a good old song, Made by a good old pate, Of a fine old English gentleman Who had an old estate, And who kept up his old mansion At a bountiful old rate, With a good old porter to relieve The old poor at his gate : Like a fine old English gentleman All of the olden time. His hall so old was hung around With pikes, and guns, and bows, And swords, and good old bucklers, That had stood against old foes ; 'Twas there
Side 19 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Side 467 - Mine honest friend," replied Diana, "do not, if you will be guided by my advice, bait your hook with too much humility; for, ten to one, it will not catch a single compliment. You know I belong to the unpopular family of Tell-truths, and would not flatter Apollo for his lyre.
Side 108 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high...
Side 182 - The knight was well content ; So with that godly father to his home they went. XXXIV. A litle lowly hermitage it was, Downe in a dale, hard by a forest's side, Far from resort of people that did pas In traveill to and froe : a...
Side 249 - Their varied plumes, and, watchful every way, Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye. Caught in the meshy snare, in vain they beat Their idle wings, entangled more and more : Nor on the surges of the boundless air, Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Glanced just and sudden from the fowler's eye, O'ertakes their sounding pinions, and again, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Dead to the ground ; or drives them, wide dispersed, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the...
Side 384 - With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 27 - Inspire the course ; but fainting breathless toil, Sick, seizes on his heart : he stands at bay ; And puts his last weak refuge in despair. The big round tears run down his dappled face ; He groans in anguish ; while the growling pack, Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest, And mark his beauteous chequered sides with gore.

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