{"id":494,"date":"2010-05-24T23:48:02","date_gmt":"2010-05-24T23:48:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=494"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:20:14","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:20:14","slug":"epitaph-on-a-hare-by-william-cowper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/epitaph-on-a-hare-by-william-cowper\/","title":{"rendered":"EPITAPH ON A HARE by William Cowper"},"content":{"rendered":"
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William Cowper (1731-1800)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

EPITAPH ON A HARE by William Cowper<\/p>\n

Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue,
\nNor swifter greyhound follow,
\nWhose foot ne’er tainted morning dew,
\nNor ear heard huntsman’s halloo;
\nOld Tiney, surliest of his kind,
\nWho, nursed with tender care,
\nAnd to domestic bounds confined,
\nWas still a wild Jack hare.
\nThough duly from my hand he took
\nHis pittance every night,
\nHe did it with a jealous look,
\nAnd, when he could, would bite.
\nHis diet was of wheaten bread,
\nAnd milk, and oats, and straw;
\nThistles, or lettuces instead,
\nWith sand to scour his maw.
\n[121]On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,
\nOn pippins’ russet peel,
\nAnd, when his juicy salads failed,
\nSliced carrot pleased him well.
\nA Turkey carpet was his lawn,
\nWhereon he loved to bound,
\nTo skip and gambol like a fawn,
\nAnd swing his rump around.
\nHis frisking was at evening hours,
\nFor then he lost his fear,
\nBut most before approaching showers,
\nOr when a storm drew near.
\nEight years and five round-rolling moons
\nHe thus saw steal away,
\nDozing out all his idle noons,
\nAnd every night at play.
\nI kept him for his humor’s sake,
\nFor he would oft beguile
\nMy heart of thoughts that made it ache,
\nAnd force me to a smile.
\nBut now beneath this walnut shade
\nHe finds his long last home,
\nAnd waits, in snug concealment laid,
\nTill gentler Puss shall come.
\nHe, still more ag?d, feels the shocks
\nFrom which no care can save,
\nAnd, partner once of Tiney’s box,
\nMust soon partake his grave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

EPITAPH ON A HARE by William Cowper Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue, Nor swifter greyhound follow, Whose foot ne’er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard huntsman’s halloo; Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Who, nursed with tender care, And to domestic bounds confined, Was still a wild Jack hare. Though duly from my…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,427],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-494","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1700s","category-poems-for-kids"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t