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595 With that resolve he boldly mounts [64] Upon the pleased and thankful Ass; And then, without a moment's stay, That [65] earnest Creature turned away, Leaving the body on the grass. WITH THAT RESOLVE HE BOLDLY MOUNTS UPON THE PLEASED AND THANKFUL ASS AND THEN WITHOUT A MOMENT'S STAY THAT EARNEST CREATURE TURNED AWAY LEAVING THE BODY ON THE GRASS
and ears; That Peter Bell, if he had been The veriest coward ever seen, Must now have thrown aside his fears. 570 The Ass looks on--and to his work Is Peter quietly resigned; He touches here--he touches there-- And now among the dead man's hair His sapling Peter has entwined. 575 He pulls--and looks--and pulls again; And he whom the poor Ass had lost, The man who had been four days dead, Head-foremost from the river's bed Uprises like a ghost! [G] 580 And Peter draws him to dry land; And through the brain of Peter pass Some poignant twitches, fast and faster; "No doubt," quoth he, "he is the Master Of this poor miserable Ass!" 585 The meagre shadow that looks on-- What would he now? [62] what is he doing? His sudden fit of joy is flown,-- He on his knees hath laid him down, As if he were his grief renewing; 590 But no--that Peter on his back Must mount, he shows well as he can: [63] Thought Peter then, come weal or woe I'll do what he would have me do, In pity to this poor drowned man.  LICKS HIS HANDS SUCH LIFE IS IN THE ASS'S EYES SUCH LIFE IS IN HIS LIMBS AND EARS THAT PETER BELL IF HE HAD BEEN THE VERIEST COWARD EVER SEEN MUST NOW HAVE THROWN ASIDE HIS FEARS THE ASS LOOKS ON AND TO HIS WORK IS PETER QUIETLY RESIGNED HE TOUCHES HERE HE TOUCHES THERE AND NOW AMONG THE DEAD MAN'S HAIR HIS SAPLING PETER HAS ENTWINED HE PULLS AND LOOKS AND PULLS AGAIN AND HE WHOM THE POOR ASS HAD LOST THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN FOUR DAYS DEAD HEAD FOREMOST FROM THE RIVER'S BED UPRISES LIKE A GHOST AND PETER DRAWS HIM TO DRY LAND AND THROUGH THE BRAIN OF PETER PASS SOME POIGNANT TWITCHES FAST AND FASTER NO DOUBT QUOTH HE HE IS THE MASTER OF THIS POOR MISERABLE ASS THE MEAGRE SHADOW THAT LOOKS ON WHAT WOULD HE NOW WHAT IS HE DOING HIS SUDDEN FIT OF JOY IS FLOWN HE ON HIS KNEES HATH LAID HIM DOWN AS IF HE WERE HIS GRIEF RENEWING BUT KNOW THAT PETER ON HIS BACK MUST MOUNT HE SHOWS WELL AS HE CAN THOUGHT PETER THEN COME WEAL OR WOE I'LL DO WHAT HE WOULD HAVE ME DO A PITY TO THIS POOR DROWNED MAN
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