When he is pressd by want of food IOf man, or child, or bull, or horseHe makes his prey, such is his force.A waste behind him he creates,Whole villages depopulates;Yet here within appointed linesHow small a grate his rage confines I This place, methinks, resemblfThe world itself in which we…
Children's poetry, English
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