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But with a cherup.clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The winding of the stream.
Beau, trotting far before,
And plunging left the shore.
Impatient swim to meet
The treasure at my feet.
“ Shall hear of this thy deed : My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's superior breed:
Awake at duty's call,
To Him, who gives me all."
THE POET, THE OYSTER, AND THE
Ah, hapless wretch! condemn’d to dwell
Than with a tenderness like mine,
cry the botanists, and stare,
“You shapeless nothing in a dish,
A poet, in his evening walk
your grotto-work enclos'd, Complain of being thus expos'd:
Yet nothing feel in that rough coat,
“ And as for you, my Lady Squeamish,
His censure reach'd them as he dealt it, And each by shrinking show'd he felt it.
THE SHRUBBERY. WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION. Ou, happy shades, to me unblest !
Friendly to peace, but not to me!
And heart that cannot rest agree!
Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze,
And please, if any thing could please. But fix'd, unalterable Care
Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness ev'ry where,
And slights the season and the scene. For all that pleas’d in wood or lawn,
While Peace possess’d these silent bow'rs, Her animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost its beauties and its pow'rs.
The saint or moralist should tread
This moss-grown alley musing, slow;
But not like me to nourish woe !
Alike admonish not to roam ;
And those of sorrows yet to come.
THE WINTER NOSEGAY. What Nature, alas! has denied
To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied,
And Winter is deck'd with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring
From the shelter of that sunny shed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring,
Though abroad they are frozen and dead. "Tis a bow'r of Arradian sweets,
Where Flora is still in her prime, A fortress to which she retreats
From the cruel assaults of the clime. While Earth wears a mantle of snow,
These pinks are as fresh and as gay As the fairest and sweetest that blow
On the beautiful bosom of May. See how they have safely surviv'd
The frowns of a sky so severe; Such Mary's true love, that has liv'd
Through many a turbulent year. The charms of the late blowing rose
Seem grac'd with a livelier hue, And the winter of sorrow best shows, The truth of a friend such as you.