. Poems . e with fat beef steaks I Now pleasd he views his task complete,Exulting counts each future treat, 202 And morn and evening careful prys To see the budding rumps arise. With patient care, a month or more, He duly watchd his buried store, Hope glitterd in his longing eye, And expectation still ran high. One morn, one early morn in May, Sir Toby rises with the day; The mists along the common pass, And hoary frosts still gem the grass; Sir Toby snuffs the passing gale, And fresher hopes of beef prevail; Each zephyr, to his nostrils keen, Is redolent of fat and lean! Once more his eyes ex

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. Poems . e with fat beef steaks I Now pleasd he views his task complete,Exulting counts each future treat, 202 And morn and evening careful prys To see the budding rumps arise. With patient care, a month or more, He duly watchd his buried store, Hope glitterd in his longing eye, And expectation still ran high. One morn, one early morn in May, Sir Toby rises with the day; The mists along the common pass, And hoary frosts still gem the grass; Sir Toby snuffs the passing gale, And fresher hopes of beef prevail; Each zephyr, to his nostrils keen, Is redolent of fat and lean! Once more his eyes explore the sod,And, strange to tell! beneath a clod Two small black horns arrest his sight!He starts, he trembles with delight:Then calls his Lady, <e Haste my dear,Gc They come, the horns, the horns appear! The horns are in my garden growing!* We soon shall hear the oxen lowing! O bliss unsought ? unhopd for joys! I wishd but rumps, and oxen rise ! My Lady ran, and eager gazdAt once delighted and amazd,. a«

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