A Poetical Translation Of The Fables of Phaedrus With The Appendix of Gudius, And an accurate Edition of the Original on the opposite Page. To which is added, A Parsing Index For the Use of Learners. By Christopher Smart |
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FABLE II. The Panther and Shepherds.
Their scorn comes home to them again,
Who treat the wretched with disdain.
Who treat the wretched with disdain.
A careless Panther long ago
Fell in a pit, which overthrow
The Shepherds all around alarm'd;
When some themselves with cudgels arm'd,
Others threw stones upon its head;
But some in pity sent her bread,
As death was not the creature's due—
The night came on—the hostile crew
Went home, not doubting in the way
To find the Panther dead next day.
But she, recov'ring of her strength,
Sprang from the pit and fled at length.
But rushing in a little space
From forth her den upon the place,
She tears the flock, the Shepherd slays,
And all the region round dismays.
Then they began to be afraid,
Who spar'd the beast and lent her aid;
They reck not of the loss, but make
Their pray'r for life, when thus she spake.
“I will remember them that threw
“The stones, and well remember you
“Who gave me bread—Desist to fear,
“For 'twas the oppressor brought me here.”
Fell in a pit, which overthrow
The Shepherds all around alarm'd;
When some themselves with cudgels arm'd,
Others threw stones upon its head;
But some in pity sent her bread,
As death was not the creature's due—
The night came on—the hostile crew
Went home, not doubting in the way
To find the Panther dead next day.
But she, recov'ring of her strength,
Sprang from the pit and fled at length.
But rushing in a little space
From forth her den upon the place,
She tears the flock, the Shepherd slays,
And all the region round dismays.
Then they began to be afraid,
Who spar'd the beast and lent her aid;
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Their pray'r for life, when thus she spake.
“I will remember them that threw
“The stones, and well remember you
“Who gave me bread—Desist to fear,
“For 'twas the oppressor brought me here.”
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