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20 added 25 added 25 sovs 50 added 50 sovs Abdale aged 9st agst back his stake Bay Middleton beat Brown Bess Butler Capt carry 51b declared distance extra fillies fillies 8st five 9st five years old Flatman four 8st four years old geldings allowed 31b Gerard's half a length half-bred heats Hetman horse received back hounds hunting Lady Lanercost Lord Exeter's lOst mares and geldings Marson Meiklam's Merry's mile never Newmarket old 50 sovs old 7st once round owner paid 5 sovs Parr's Plate of 50 Prince Queen's Plate race Royal saved his stake second horse received shooting six and aged six years old sold for 200 sots sport sportsman Stakes of 50 Strathmore's subscribers Sweepstakes three years old Velocipede Venison winner paid Won by half Won easily Yacht yean old
Page 77 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 209 - I AM monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 125 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 264 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Page 65 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 268 - And he. saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival...
Page 136 - Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Page 46 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.