THE WOUNDED HARE*
(The missing lines)
" On the subject of this poem the poet was to say the following:?
"Two
mornings ago as I was at a very early hour, sowing in the fields,
I heard a shot, and presently a poor little hare limped by me, apparently
very much hurt. You will easily guess, this set my humanity in tears
and my indignation in arms. The following was the result".
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted by thy murder?aiming eye
May
never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Go live, poor wanderer of the wood and field,
The bitter little of life that remains!
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield.
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
No more of rest, but now of dying bed!
The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head,
The cold earth with thy bloody bosom prest.
Oft as by winding Nith 1, musing, wait
The sober eve, or hail the cheerful dawn,
I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
And curse the ruffian's aim, and mourn than hapless fate.
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THE WOUNDED HARE
Inhuman
man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And ______________________________
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor _______________________________
Go live, poor wanderer of the wood and field,
The _________________________________
No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee _________________________________
Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
No ________________________________________
The sheltering rushes whistling o'er thy head,
The cold ____________________________________
Oft as by winding Nith I, musing, wait
The sober I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
And curse _________________________________
FIT THE MISSING LINES
shall home, or food, or pastime yield.
the ruffian's aim, and mourn thy hapless fate.
blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;
earth with thy bloody bosom prest.
never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
more of rest, but now of dying bed!
bitter little of life that remains! eve,
or hail the cheerful dawn,
Teacher reads the poem TWICE. (Put the exercise on blackboard or
use separate sheets) Pupils then attempt the exercise. Teacher reads
once and pupils try again by self?correction to put right any errors
made.
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