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To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs ;
To monarchs dignity ; to judges sense ;
To artists ingenuity and skill;
To me an unambitious mind, content
In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long

Found here that leisure and that ease I wish'd.

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ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK.

A frosty morning.--The

foddering of cattle. The woodman and bis dog.-The poultry.Whimsical effeats of frost at a waterfall.The Empress of Russia's palace of ice.--Amusements of monarchs.-War, one of them. -Wars, whence And whence monarcby.The evils of it.- English and French Loyalty contrasted.--The Bastille, and a prisoner there.--Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.--Modern patriotism quertionable, and why.- The perishable nature of the best buman institutions. Spiritual liberty not perishable.-The favish state of man by nature.-Deliver him, Deift, if you can.-Grace must do it.The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated.--Their different treatment.--Happy freedon of the man whom grace makes free.-His relish of the works of God. Address to the Creator.

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BOOK V.

THE WINTER MORNING WALK.

'Tis morning; and the fun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires th' horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His Nanting ray
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And, tinging all with his own rofy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

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In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With

eye

askance
I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean fhank. The shapeless pair,
As they design’d to mock me, at my side
Take step for step; and, as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plaster'd wall,
Prepost'rous sight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest,
Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine ,
Conspicuous, and, in bright apparel clad
And Aedg’d with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence

Screens them, and seem half petrified to seep
In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder; not like hungring man,
Fretful if unsupplied; but silent, meek,

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