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الصفحة 76 - I AM content, I do not care, Wag as it will the world for me; When fuss and fret was all my fare, It got no ground as I could see : So when away my caring went, I counted cost, and was content.
الصفحة 48 - Why, yes; the thing is fact, Though, in regard to number, not exact; It was not two black crows — 'twas only one; The truth of that you may depend upon; The gentleman himself told me the case." "Where may I find him?" "Why, in such a place." Away goes he, and, having found him out, "Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt.
الصفحة 48 - Change, This week, in short, as all the alley knows, Taking a puke, has thrown up three black crows." — " Impossible ! " — " Nay, but it's really true : I had it from good hands, and so may you.
الصفحة 2 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
الصفحة 3 - I'll give him another; for why should not Tray Be as dull as his Master, when Phebe's away? When walking with Phebe, what sights have I seen! How fair was the Flower, how fresh was the Green! What a lovely Appearance the Trees, and the Shade, The Corn-fields and Hedges, and ev"ry Thing made! But now she has left me, tho...
الصفحة 3 - Come hither, poor fellow,' and patted his head. . But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look, Cry. 'Sirrah!' and give him a blow with my crook: And I'll give him another; for why should not Tray Be as dull as his master, when Phebe's away ? When walking with Phebe, what sights have I seen!
الصفحة 48 - Resolved to trace so wondrous an event. Whip, to the third, the virtuoso went; "Sir" — and so forth. "Why, yes; the thing is fact, Though, in regard to number, not exact; It was not two black crows — 'twas only one; The truth of that you may depend upon; The gentleman himself told me the case.
الصفحة 4 - Will no pitying power that hears me complain, Or cure my disquiet, or soften my pain ? To be cured, thou must, Colin, thy Passion remove; But what swain is so silly to live without love ? No, Deity! bid the dear Nymph to return, For ne'er was poor Shepherd so sadly forlorn. Ah! what shall I do ? I shall die with despair; Take heed, all ye swains, how ye part with your Fair!
الصفحة 49 - And begged to know if true, what he had heard. "Did you, sir, throw up a black crow?