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_What we call Sport is too often Cruelty._
Ah! there it falls, and now 'tis dead! / The shot went thro' its pretty head, / And broke its shining wing? / How dull and dim its closing eyes; / How cold, and stiff, and still it lies! / Poor harmless little thing!