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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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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.	1 an în urmă
***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?	1 an în urmă
***3604	t not, how plain the case, That, put the stone back in its place, And all will be as well for you!'	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă
***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	1 an în urmă

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