DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL R.A. ENGRAVED BY R.RHODES: PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY. ОСТ. 1. 1817. THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY. NO FABLE. THE noon was shady, and soft airs My spaniel, prettiest of his race, And high in pedigree, (Two nymphs adorn'd with every grace That spaniel found for me,) Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds, Now starting into sight Pursued the swallow o'er the meads It was the time when Ouse display'd And one I wish'd my own. With cane extended far I sought To steer it close to land; But still the prize, though nearly caught, Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains But with a cherup clear and strong, I thence withdrew, and follow'd long My ramble ended, I return'd: The floating wreath again discern'd, I saw him with that lily cropp'd Impatient swim to meet My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd The treasure at my feet. Charm'd with the sight, the world, I cried, Shall hear of this thy deed: My dog shall mortify the pride But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU, KILLING A YOUNG BIRD. 1793. A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you, But you have kill'd a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort, I see you, after all my pains, BEAU'S REPLY. SIR, when I flew to seize the bird In spite of your command, |