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Francia. Aggiunto 7 mesi fa. Ricevuto 5196 messaggi.
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| ***3604 | e. He laughs at my cunning-set dead-falls and snares; For clubbing and stoning as little he cares. I think him a wizard. A wizard! the coot! I'd catch hi | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | Peggy's bouquet, The grace of her bright wedding day. For poaching in such a nice field--'twas a shame; A foraging, cud-chewing hare was to blame. Whereo | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | .' So saying, the daughter he graciously greeted, And close by his lordship he bade her be seated; Avow'd himself pleased with so handsome a maid, And th | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | over the lawn. Arrived, said the lord in his jovial mood, 'We'll breakfast with you, if your chickens are good. That lass, my good man, I suppose is you | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ttle suspected The girl had already a lover elected. Meanwhile in the kitchen what bustling and cooking! 'For what are your hams? They are very good look | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | en with her kerchief familiarly play'd,-- Impertinent freedoms the virtuous fair Repell'd with a modest and lady-like air,-- So much that her father a li | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ing.' 'They're kept for your lordship.' 'I take them,' said he; 'Such elegant flitches are welcome to me.' He breakfasted finely his troop, with delight, | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ugles make thundering din; Much wonders our gardener what it can mean. The worst is, his garden most wofully fares; Adieu to its arbours, and borders, an | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | he beck of the lord, Wide through the poor hedge! 'Twould have been quite absurd Should lordship not freely from garden go out, On horseback, attended by | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | shot at, and hastily fled. Off went the wild chase, with a terrible screech, And not through a hole, but a horrible breach, Which some one had made, at t | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | eakfast, the huddle of hunters succeeds, The yelping of dogs and the neighing of steeds, All cheering and fixing for wonderful deeds; The horns and the b | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | -- Dogs, horses, and grooms of the best appetite. Thus he govern'd his host in the shape of a guest, Unbottled his wine, and his daughter caress'd. To br | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | d squares; Adieu to its chiccory, onions, and leeks; Adieu to whatever good cookery seeks. Beneath a great cabbage the hare was in bed, Was started, and | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | rabble and rout. Scarce suffer'd the gard'ner his patience to wince, Consoling himself--'Twas the sport of a prince; While bipeds and quadrupeds served | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ueror, Love! And happy he, And strangely privileged and free, Who only knows by story Him and his feats of glory! If on this subject you are wont To thin | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | rude Within your maiden solitude, And kneel, your humble servant.-- In times when animals were speakers, Among the quadrupedal seekers Of our alliance Th | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | k the simple truth too blunt, The fabulous may less affront; Which now, inspired with gratitude, Yea, kindled into zeal most fervent, Doth venture to int | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ere came the lions. And wherefore not? for then They yielded not to men In point of courage or of sense, Nor were in looks without pretence. A high-born | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | ow favour when The sportive fable craves your ear, And see, unmoved by fear, A lion's haughty heart Thrust through by Love's audacious dart? Strange conq | 1 anno fa |
| ***3604 | THE LION IN LOVE.[1]To Mademoiselle De Sévigné.[2]Sévigné, type of every grace In female form and face, In your regardlessness of men, Can you sh | 1 anno fa |
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