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... attempts to seize upon her , and thus leaving her in quiet possession of the field . - Voyage dans L'Afrique Occi- dentale , par Labat . Vol . ii . p . 16 . And hast thou fix'd my doom , sweet Master say 22 . WONDERS OF.
... attempts to seize upon her , and thus leaving her in quiet possession of the field . - Voyage dans L'Afrique Occi- dentale , par Labat . Vol . ii . p . 16 . And hast thou fix'd my doom , sweet Master say 22 . WONDERS OF.
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Joseph Taylor. And hast thou fix'd my doom , sweet Master say ? Published by Wand TDarton 40 Holborn Hill June 3.808 . face page 23 . The Address of a superannuated Horse to his Master ,
Joseph Taylor. And hast thou fix'd my doom , sweet Master say ? Published by Wand TDarton 40 Holborn Hill June 3.808 . face page 23 . The Address of a superannuated Horse to his Master ,
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... say : And wilt thou kill thy servant , old and poor ? A little longer let me live , I pray , A little longer hobble round thy door . For much it glads me to behold this place , And house within this hospitable shed ; It glads me more to ...
... say : And wilt thou kill thy servant , old and poor ? A little longer let me live , I pray , A little longer hobble round thy door . For much it glads me to behold this place , And house within this hospitable shed ; It glads me more to ...
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... say ? And wilt thou kill thy servant , old and poor ? A little longer let me live , I pray , A little longer hobbie round thy door . Ah ! couldst thou bear to see thy servant bleed ? Ev'n tho ' thy pity has decreed his fate , And yet ...
... say ? And wilt thou kill thy servant , old and poor ? A little longer let me live , I pray , A little longer hobbie round thy door . Ah ! couldst thou bear to see thy servant bleed ? Ev'n tho ' thy pity has decreed his fate , And yet ...
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... say , he was immediately slaughtered ; and thus the life of the farmer was saved by the cruel death of his dumb , but affection- ate friend and protector . The courageous Horse . ABOUT seven o'clock one evening in November 1768 , as Mr ...
... say , he was immediately slaughtered ; and thus the life of the farmer was saved by the cruel death of his dumb , but affection- ate friend and protector . The courageous Horse . ABOUT seven o'clock one evening in November 1768 , as Mr ...
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Page 123 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver
Page 53 - THE fiery courser, when he hears from far, The sprightly trumpets and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears, and trembling with delight, Shifts place, and paws, and hopes the promis'd sight. On his right shoulder, his thick mane reclin'd, Ruffles at speed, and dances in the wind : His horny hoofs
Page 117 - that I am going to yield thee up? To Europeans, who will tie thee close, who will beat thee, who will render thee miserable ! Return with me, my beauty! my jewel! and rejoice the hearts of my children!
Page 49 - mud his native colour hides; Thro' his swoln veins the boiling torrent flows, And every nerve a separate torture knows. His harness loos'd, he welcomes, eager-ey'd, The pail's full draught, that quivers by his side; And joys to see the well-known stable door, As the starv'd mariner the friendly shore. Ah ! well for him, if
Page 123 - GOD, speaking to Job, asks him, " Hast thou given the horse strength ? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder 1 Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver
Page 53 - jetty, black, and round ; His chin is double : starting with a bound He turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground.. Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow; He bears his rider headlong to the foe.
Page 49 - COULD the poor Post-Horse tell thee all his woes, Shew thee his bleeding shoulders, and unfold The dreadful anguish he endures for gold ! Hir'd at each call of business, lust, or rage, That prompts the traveller
Page 115 - his shining sides: His head, now freed, he tosses to the skies; His mane dishevel'd o'er his shoulder flies; He snuffs his females in the distant plain, And springs exulting to
Page 55 - and lifeless, expos'd to the view, In the very same cart which he yesterday drew ; While a pitying crowd his sad relics surrounds, The high-mettled racer is sold for the hounds.
Page 115 - The wanton courser oft, with reins unbound, Breaks from his stall and beats the trembling ground: Pamper'd and proud, he seeks the wonted tides,