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20 added 25 added 25 sovs 50 added 50 sovs Abdale aged 9st agst back his stake Bay Middleton beat Brown Bess Butler Capt carry 31b declared distance extra fillies fillies 8st five 9st five years old Flatman four 8st four years old geldings allowed 31b half a length half-bred heats Hetman horse received back hounds hunting Lady Lanercost Lord Chesterfield's Lord Exeter's lOst mares and geldings Marson Meiklam's Merry's mile Newmarket old 50 sovs old 7st old colts 8st once round owner paid 5 sovs Plate of 50 Prince Queen's Plate race saved his stake second horse received Sir Harry Smith six and aged six years old sold for 200 sots sport sportsman Stakes of 50 Strathmore's subscribers Sweepstakes three years old Venison winner paid Won by half Won easily Yacht yean old
Side 214 - I AM monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Side 83 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Side 262 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Side 159 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Side 54 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Side 264 - Thus saith the Lord, Hast thou killed, and also taken possession? And thou shalt speak unto him, saying, Thus saith the Lord, In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even thine.
Side 131 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 266 - And he. saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival...
Side 71 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.