FablesLibraire de L. Hachette, 1843 - 347 pages |
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Page 104 - ... s at an end; Henceforth I hope to live your friend; For peace now reigns Throughout the animal domains. I bear the news. Come down, I pray. And give me the embrace fraternal; And please, my brother, don't delay: So much the tidings do concern all, That I must spread them far to-day. Now you and yours can take your walks Without a fear or thought of hawks; And should you clash with them or others, In us you'll find the best of brothers; — For which you may, this joyful night, Your merry bonfires...
Page 52 - Quit but the woods, advised by me ; For all your fellows here, I see, Are shabby wretches, lean and gaunt, Belike to die of haggard want ; With such a pack, of course it follows One fights for every bit he swallows. Come, then, with me and share On equal terms our princely fare." " But what with you Has one to do?" Inquires the wolf.
Page 53 - tis not enough to pain me; Perhaps the collar's mark by which they chain me." "Chain! chain you! What! run you not, then, Just where you please and when?" "Not always, sir; but what of that?" " Enough for me, to spoil your fat ! It ought to be a precious price Which could to servile chains entice; For me, I'll shun them while I've wit.
Page 103 - THE COCK AND THE FOX. Upon a tree there mounted guard A veteran cock, adroit and cunning; When to the roots a fox up running Spoke thus in tones of kind regard: — " Our quarrel, brother, 's at an end ; Henceforth I hope to live your friend ; For peace now reigns Throughout the animal domains. I bear the news. Come down, I pray, And give me the embrace fraternal ; And please, my brother, don't delay : So much the tidings do concern all, That I must spread them far to-day. Now you and yours...
Page 48 - On an animal's faith, Double weight in the pound Ere the harvest be bound.' The ant is a friend (And here she might mend) Little given to lend. ' How spent you the summer ? ' Quoth she, looking shame At the borrowing dame. ' Night and day to each comer I sang, if you please.
Page 49 - Indeed! Well, Gregory, pray. What may your earnings be per day?" " Why, sometimes more and sometimes less. The worst of all, I must confess, (And but for which our gains would be A pretty sight indeed to see,) Is that the days are made so many In which we cannot earn a penny. The sorest ill the poor man feels: They tread upon each other's heels, Those idle days of holy saints! And though the year is shingled o'er, The parson keeps a-finding more !
Page 84 - Discussed the point, in grave debate, How they might shun impending fate. Their dean, a prudent rat, Thought best, and better soon than late, To bell the fatal cat; That, when he took his...
Page 107 - THE peacenik to the queen of heaven Complained in some such words : — Great goddess, you have given To me, the laughing-stock of birds, A voice which fills, by taste quite just, All nature with disgust ; Whereas that little paltry thing, The nightingale, pours from her throat So sweet and ravishing a note, She bears alone the honors of the spring.
Page 135 - A FOX, almost with hunger dying, Some grapes upon a trellis spying, To all appearance ripe, clad in Their tempting russet skin, Most gladly would have eat them ; But since he could not get them, So far above his reach the vine— ' They're sour,' he said; ' such grapes as these, The dogs may eat them if they please!
Page 50 - I must confess, (And but for which our gains would be A pretty sight, indeed, to see,) Is that the days are made so many In which we cannot earn a penny — The sorest ill the poor man feels : They tread upon each other's heels Those idle days of holy saints ! And though the year is shingled o'er, The parson keeps a-finding more ! With smiles provoked by these complaints, Replied the lordly financier, I'll give you better cause to sing. These hundred pounds I hand you here Will make you happy as...