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GRAVE as La Mancha's knight of old,
A leveret, near the time of feeding,
And seemed to bid the world behold.
"Son,' said a hare advanced in years,
Thou bleedest—who could be so cruel?'
And, sooth to say, the fight was fierce.'
• What !' cried the heroes of his house, Whose looks betrayed their perturbations, ' Fought-how-with whom?' 'Yes, dear relations, -—
“ I fought with a tremendous mouse.'
PFEFFEL.–Der junge Hase. THE MAIDEN.
Lovely she was when, in the early dawn
Lovely she was when, in the full saloon,
Lovely she was when, in her veil at night,
Lovely she was : each day some newer grace
Of thought or feeling beautified her face ;
Peace ! 'tis her mourners moving down the hill.
CH. NODIER.-La Jeune Fille.
As moves a murky vapour
Across a limpid sky,
The breezes softly sigh,
So mid the joy and beauty
About my pathway thrown, I travel slowly onward,
Ungreeted and alone.
Ah me, the air so balmy !
Ah me, the world so glad !
If storms were breaking round me
I should not be so sad.