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***3604 THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES WITH THE OWNER OF A FIELD.[28]"Depend upon yourself alone," Has to a common proverb grown. 'Tis thus confirm'd in Aesop's sena ilu
***3604 would be a mother still, And resolutely took her measures;-- First, got herself by Hymen match'd; Then built her nest, laid, sat, and hatch'd. All went a sena ilu
***3604 s well as such things could. The wheat-crop ripening ere the brood Were strong enough to take their flight, Aware how perilous their plight, The lark wen sena ilu
***3604 rain to see. Hear all he says; we little birds Must shape our conduct by his words.' No sooner was the lark away, Than came the owner with his son. 'This sena ilu
***3604 t out to search for food, And told her young to listen well, And keep a constant sentinel. 'The owner of this field,' said she, 'Will come, I know, his g sena ilu
***3604 The lark, returning, found no harm, Except her nest in wild alarm. Says one, 'We heard the owner say, Go, give our friends a call To help, to-morrow, br sena ilu
***3604 , however, of these last, Found more than half the spring-time past Without the taste of spring-time pleasures; When firmly she set up her will That she sena ilu
***3604 ore the owner view'd his grain. 'My son,' said he, 'we're surely fools To wait for other people's tools; As if one might, for love or pelf, Have friends sena ilu
***3604 ks their matins sing, Begin the work; and, on this plan, Get in our harvest as we can.' This plan the lark no sooner knew, Than, 'Now's the time,' she sa sena ilu
***3604 ing! What deep and bitter sighing! His torment makes him tear Out by the roots his hair. A passenger demandeth why Such marvellous outcry. 'They've got m sena ilu
***3604 THE MISER WHO HAD LOST HIS TREASURE.[26]'Tis use that constitutes possession. I ask that sort of men, whose passion It is to get and never spend, Of sena ilu
***3604 ne morning, ere the dawn, Forth had our miser gone To worship what he loved the best, When, lo! he found an empty nest! Alas! what groaning, wailing, cry sena ilu
***3604 all their toil what is the end? What they enjoy of all their labours Which do not equally their neighbours? Throughout this upper mortal strife, The mise sena ilu
***3604 ll his eating, drinking, travel, Most wondrous short of funds he seem'd; One would have thought he little dream'd Where lay such sums beneath the gravel. sena ilu
***3604 y gold! it's gone--it's gone!' 'Your gold! pray where?'--'Beneath this stone.' 'Why, man, is this a time of war, That you should bring your gold so far? sena ilu
***3604 t not, how plain the case, That, put the stone back in its place, And all will be as well for you!' sena ilu
***3604 he goddess of the hundred mouths, I say, Thus having spread dismay, By widely publishing abroad This mandate of the demigod, The animals, and all that do sena ilu
***3604 obey Their appetite alone, mistrusted now That to another sceptre they must bow. Far in the desert met their various races, All gathering from their hid sena ilu
***3604 r. Nought but the tribute served to fash, As that must needs be paid in cash. A prince, who chanced a mine to own, At last, obliged them with a loan. The sena ilu
***3604 se. Forthwith proceeded all the four Behind the new ambassador, And saw, erelong, within a narrow place, Monseigneur Lion's quite unwelcome face. 'Well m sena ilu

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