The essays of Elia . o themoral sense of the passengers through the daily thorough-fares of a vast and busy metropolis. Pauperis hie Iri requiesco Lyciscus, herilis,Dum vixi, tutela vigil columenque senectae,Dux caeco fidus : nee, me ducente, solebat,Praetenso hinc atque hinc baeulo, per iniqua locorumIncertam explorare viam ; sed fila seeutus,Quaa dubios regerent passus, vestigia tutaFixit inoffenso gressu ; gelidumque sedileIn nudo naetus saxo, qua prastereuntiumUnda frequens confluxit, ibi miserisque tenebrasLamentis, noctemque oeulis ploravit nee frustra ; obolum dedit alt
The essays of Elia . o themoral sense of the passengers through the daily thorough-fares of a vast and busy metropolis. Pauperis hie Iri requiesco Lyciscus, herilis,Dum vixi, tutela vigil columenque senectae,Dux caeco fidus : nee, me ducente, solebat,Praetenso hinc atque hinc baeulo, per iniqua locorumIncertam explorare viam ; sed fila seeutus,Quaa dubios regerent passus, vestigia tutaFixit inoffenso gressu ; gelidumque sedileIn nudo naetus saxo, qua prastereuntiumUnda frequens confluxit, ibi miserisque tenebrasLamentis, noctemque oeulis ploravit nee frustra ; obolum dedit alter,et corda et mentem indiderat natura latus interea jacui sopitus herile,Vel mediis vigil in somnis ; ad herilia jussaAuresque atque animum arreetus, seu frustula amicePorrexit sociasque dapes, seu longa perpessus, reditum sub nocte mores, haee vita fuit, dum fata sinebant,Dum neque languebam morbis, nee inerte senectaQuae tandem obrepsit, veterique satellite caecum 192. THOSE OLD BLfND TOBITS THE DECAY OF BEGGARS Orbavit dominum ; prisci sed gratia factiNe tota intereat, longos deleta per annos,Exiguum hunc Irus tumulum de cespite fecit,Etsi inopis, non ingratae, munuscula dextrae ;Carmine signavitque brevi, dominumque canemqueQuod memoret, fidumque canem dominumque benignum. Poor Irus faithful wolf-dog here I lie, That wont to tend my old blind masters steps, His guide and guard : nor, while my service lasted. Had he occasion for that staff, with which He now goes picking out his path in fear Over the highways and crossings ; but would plant. Safe in the conduct of my friendly string, A firm foot forward still, till he had reachd His poor seat on some stone, nigh where the tide Of passers by in thickest confluence flowd : To whom with loud and passionate laments From morn to eve his dark estate he waild. Nor waild to all in vain : some here and there. The well-disposed and good, their pennies gave. I meantime at his feet obsequi
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