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Old Arthur's board: on the capacious round
Some British pen has sketch'd the names renown'd,
In marks obscure, of his immortal peers.
Though join'd by magic skill with many a rhyme,
The Druid frame unhonour'd falls a prey
To the slow vengeance of the wizard time,
And fade the British characters away ;
Yet Spenser's page, that chaunts in verse sublime
Those chiefs, shall live unconscious of decay.

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Ah! what a weary race my feet have run,
Since first I trod thy banks with alders crown'd,
And thought my way was all through fairy ground,
Beneath thy azure sky and golden sun :
Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun!
While pensive memory traces back the round,
Which fills the varied interval between ;
Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
Sweet native stream! those skies and suns so pure
No more return, to cheer my evening road!
Yet still one joy remains, that not obscure,
Nor useless, all my vacant days have flow'd,
From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature;
Nor with the Muse's laurel unbestow'd.

When now mature in classic knowledge,
The joyful youth is sent to college,
His father comes, a vicar plain,
At Oxford bred-in Anna's reign,
And thus, in form of humble suitor,
Bowing accosts a reverend tutor.
“ Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine,
And this my eldest son of vine;
My wife's ambition and my own
Was that this child should wear a gown;
I'll warrant that his good behaviour
Will justify your future favour;
And for his parts, to tell the truth,
My son's a very forward youth;
Has Horace all by heart-you'd wonder-
And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder.
If you'd examine-and admit him,
A scholarship would nicely fit him:
That he succeeds 'tis ten to one;
Your vote and interest, Sir!"—'Tis done.

Our pupil's hopes, though twice defeated,
Are with a scholarship completed:
A scholarship but half maintains,
And college rules are heavy chains:
In garret dark he smokes and puns,
A prey to discipline and duns;
And now intent on new designs,
Sighs for a fellowship-and fines.

When nine full tedious winters past,
That utmost wish is crown'd at last:
But the rich prize no sooner got,
Again he quarrels with his lot:

6. These fellowships are pretty things,
We live indeed like petty kings:
But who can bear to waste his whole age
Amid the dullness of a college,
Debarr'd the common joys of life,
And that prime bliss-a loving wife!
O! what's a table richly spread
Without a woman at its head!
Would some snug benefice but fall,
Ye feasts, ye dinners! farewell all!
To officers I'd bid adieu,
Of Dean, Vice Pres.-of Bursar too;
Come joys, that rural quiet yields,
Come, tithes, and house, and fruitful fields."

Too fond of freedom and of ease
A patron's vanity to please,
Long time he watches, and by stealth,
Each frail incumbent's doubtsul health ;
At length-and in his fortieth year,
A living drops-two hundred clear!
With breast elate beyond expression,
He hurries down to take possession,
With rapture views the sweet retreat-
“ What a convenient house! how neat!
For fuel here's sufficient wood:
Pray God the cellars may be good!
The garden-that must be new plann'de
Shall these old-fashion'd yew-trees stand?
O'er yonder vacant plot shall rise
The flow'ry shrub of thousand dyes:-
Yon wall, that feels the southern ray,
Shall blush with ruddy fruitage gay:
While thick beneath its aspect warm
O'er-well-rang'd hives the bees shall swarm,
From which, ere long, of golden gleam
Metheglin's luscious juice shall stream:
This awkward hut, o'ergrown with ivy,
We'll alter to a modern privy:
Up yon green slope, of hazels trim,
An avenue so cool and dim,
Shall to an arbour, at the end,
In spite of gout, entice a friend.
My predecessor lov'd devotion-
But of a garden had no notion.”

Continuing this fantastic farce on,
He now commences country parson.
To make his character entire,
He weds—a cousin of the 'squire;
Not over weighty in the purse,
But many doctors have done worse:
And though she boasts no charms divine,
Yet she can carve and make birch wine.

Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel,
Exhorts his neighbours not to quarrel;
Finds his church-wardens have discerning
Both in good liquor and good learning;
With tithes his barns replete he sees,
And chuckles o'er lus surplice fees;
Studies to find out latent dues,
And regulates the state of pews;
Rides a sleek mare with purple housing,
To share the monthly club's carousing;

Of Oxford pranks facetious tells,

When calm around the common room And--but on Sundays—hears no bells;

I puff?d my daily pipe's perfume ! Sends presents of his choicest fruit,

Rode for a stomach, and inspected, And prunes himself each sapless shoot;

At annual bottlings, corks selected : Plants cauliflow'rs, and boasts to rear

And din'd untax’d, untroubled, under The earliest melons of the year;

The portrait of our pious founder!
Thinks alteration charming work is,

When impositions were supply'd
Keeps bantam cocks, and feeds his turkies;

To light my pipe-or soothe my pride-
Builds in his copse a fav’rite bench,

No cares were then for forward peas,
And stores the pond with carp and tench.

A yearly-longing wife to please;
But ah! too soon his thoughtless breast

My thoughts no christ'ning dinners crost, By cares domestic is opprest;

No children cry'd for butter'd toast;
And a third butcher's bill, and brewing,

And ev'ry night I went to bed,
Threaten inevitable ruin:

Without a modus in


head!” For children fresh expenses yet,

Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart !
And Dicky now for school is fit.

Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art;
Why did I sell my college life

A dupe to follies yet untry'd,
(He cries) for benefice and wise?

And sick of pleasures scarce enjoy'd ! Return, ye days! when endless pleasure

Each prize possess'd, thy transport ceases, I found in reading, or in leisure !

And in pursuit alone it pleases.


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A beast forth-sallied on the scout,

THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT Long-backed, long-tailed, with whisker'd snout,

TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. And badger-coloured hide.

Maria! I have every good He, entering at the study-door,

For thee wished many a time,
Its ample area 'gan explore;

Both sad, and in a cheerful mood,
And something in the wind

But never yet in rhyme.
Conjectured, sniffing round and round,
Better than all the books he found,

To wish thee fairer is no need,
Food chiefly for the mind.

More prudent, or more sprightly, Just then, by adverse fate imprest,

Or more ingenious, or more freed
A dream disturbed poor Bully's rest;

From temper-flaws unsightly.
In sleep he seemed to view

What favour then not yet possest
A rat, fast-clinging to the cage,

Can I for thee require,
And screaming at the sad presage,

In wedded love already blest,
Awoke and found it true.

To thy whole heart's desire?
For, aided both by ear and scent,

None here is happy but in part:
Right to his mark the monster went-

Full bliss is bliss divine;
Ah, Muse! forbear to speak

There dwells some wish in every heart, Minute the horrors that ensued;

And doubtless one in thine.
His teeth were strong, the cage was wood-
He left poor Bully's beak.

That wish on some fair future day,
He left it--but he should have ta'en;

Which fate shall brightly gild, That beak, whence issued many a strain

('Tis blameless, be it what it may)
Of such mellifluous tone,

I wish it all fulfilled.
Might have repaid him well, I wote,
For silencing so sweet a throat,
Fast set within his own.'

Maria weeps the Muses mourn-
So, when by Bacchanalians torn,

I sliall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,
On Thracian Hebrus' side

If birds confabulate or no;
The tree-enchanter Orpheus fell;

'Tis clear that they were always able His head alone remained to tell

To hold discourse, at least in fable;
The cruel death he died.

And e'en the child who knows no better,
Than to interpret by the letter
A story of a cock and bull,

Must have a most uncommon skull.

It chanced then on a winter's day,
The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower,

But warm, and bright, and calm as May, to Anna conveyed,

The birds, conceiving a design The plentiful moisture incumbered the flower,

To forestall sweet St. Valentine, And weighed down its beautiful head.

In many an orchard, copse, and grove,

Assembled on affairs of love,
The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet; And with niuch twitter and much chatter,
And it seemed, to a fanciful view,

Began to agitate the matter.
To weep for the buds it had left with regret, At length a Bulfinch, who could boast
On the flourishing bush where it grew.

More years and wisdom than the most,

Entreated, opening wide his beak, I hastily seized it, unfit as it was

A moment's liberty to speak; For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd,

And, silence publicly enjoined, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!

Delivered briefly tbus his mind. I snapped it, it feil to the ground.

My friends! be cautious how ye treat

The subject upon which we meet; And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part

I fear we shall have winter yet. Some act by the delicate mind,

A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart

With golden wing, and satin pole, Already to sorrow resigned.

A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried

What marriage means, thus pert replied. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,

Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, Might have bloomed with its owner a while,

Opposite in the apple-tree, And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,

By his good will would keep us single, May be followed perhaps by a smile.

Which Mary

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Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle,

Beau marked my unsuccessful pains Or (which is likelier to befal)

With fixt considerate face, Till death exterminate us all.

And puzzling sat his puppy brains
I marry without more ado.

To comprehend the case.
My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,

But with a chirrup clear and strong,
Turning short round, strutting and sideling,

Dispersing all his dream, Attested, glad, his approbation

I thence withdrew, and followed long Of an immediate conjugation.

The windings of the stream. Their sentiments so well exprest

My ramble finished, I returned, Influenced mightily the rest,

Beau trotting far before All paired, and each pair built a nest.

The floating wreath again discerned,
But though the birds were thus in haste,

And plunging left the shore.
The leaves came on not quite so fast;
And destiny, that sometimes bears

I saw him with that lily eropped
An aspect stern on man's affairs,

Impatient swim to meet Not altogether smiled on theirs.

My quick approach, and soon he dropped
The wind, of late breathed gently forth,

The treasure at my feet.
Now shifted east and east by north ;
Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know,

Charmed with the sight, the world, I cried,
Could shelter them from rain or snow;

Shall hear of this thy deed : Stepping into their nests, they paddled,

My dog shall mortify the pride
Themselves were chilled, their eggs were addled,

Of man's superior breed:
Soon every father bird and mother
Grew quarrelsome, and pecked each other,

But chief myself I will enjoin,
Parted without the least regret,

Awake at duty's call, Except that they liad ever met,

To shew a love as prompt as thine And learned in future to be wiser,

To Him who gives me all. Than to neglect a good adviser.

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Misses! the tale that I relate

This lesson seems to carry-
Choose not alone a proper mate,

But proper time to marry.


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An Oyster, cast upon the shore,
Was heard, though never heard before,
Complaining in a speech well worded,
And worthy thus to be recorded-

Ah, hapless wretch! condemned to dwell
For ever in my native shell;
Ordained to move when others please,
Not for my own content or ease;
But tossed and buffeted about,
Now in the water and now out,
"Twere better to be born a stone,
Of ruder shape, and feeling none,
Than with a tenderness like mine,
And sensibilities so fine!
I envy that unfeeling shrub,
Fast-rooted against every rub.

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The noon was shady, and soft airs

Swept Ouse's silent tide,
When, 'scaped from literary cares,

I wandered on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,

And high in pedigree,
(Two nymphs adorned with every grace

That spaniel found for me)
Now wantoned, lost in flags and reeds,

Now starting into sight,
Pursued the swallow o'er the meads

With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse displayed

His lilies newly blown;
Their beauties I intent surveyed,

And one I wished my own.
With cane extended far I sought

To steer it close to land;
But still the prize, though nearly caught,

Escaped my eager hand.

The plant he meant grew not far off,
And felt the sneer with scorn enough ;
Was hurt, disgusted, mortified,
And with asperity replied.

When, cry the botanists, and stare,
No matter when-a poet's Muse is

• Thanks.


You slapeless nothing in a dish,
You that are but almost a fish,
I scorn your coarse insinuation,
And have most plentiful occasion
To wish myself the rock I view,

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