He is meek, and He is mild ; * 4*. W. Blake EPITAPH ON A HARE HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread, Thistles, or lettuces instead, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, And when his juicy salads fail'd Sliced carrot pleased him well. 3 tainted, scented 10 pittance, portion 16 to make his food digest 18 russet, brown-red A Turkey carpet was his lawn, His frisking was at evening hours, Eight years and five round-rolling moons And every night at play. I kept him for his humour's sake, My heart of thoughts that made it ache, But now, beneath this walnut shade, He, still more aged, feels the shocks W. Cowper INHUMAN man! curse on thy barbarous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a sigh, Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart! 29 moons, months 34 beguile, cheat I inhuman, cruel; barbarous art, shooting for sport's sake -Go, live, poor wanderer of the wood and field, The bitter little that of life remains; No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield. Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest, Oft as by winding Nith, I, musing, wait And curse the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy hapless fate. * 6 * R. Burns TO A SPANIEL ON HIS KILLING A YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you, Well fed, and at his ease, Each trifle that he sees. But you have kill'd a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat, For him, though chased with furious heat, 9 wonted, where he had been before 13 Nith, river in Ayrshire 7 thickening, growing leafier Nor was he of the thievish sort, My dog! what remedy remains, I see you after all my pains Beau's Reply Sir, when I flew to seize the bird You cried-forbear !-but in my breast Yet, much as Nature I respect, And when your linnet, on a day, Had flutter'd all his strength away, Well knowing him a sacred thing, 14 allures, tempts 28 impell'd, drove 17 remedy, cure 32 precept, order 27 behest, command Let my obedience then excuse Nor some reproof yourself refuse If killing birds be such a crime IV. Cowper * 7 * THE BLIND BOY O SAY what is that thing call'd Light, What are the blessings of the Sight : You talk of wondrous things you see; My day or night myself I make With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have C. Cibber 44 aggrieved, vexed 47 killing, wasting 14 hapless, unhappy |