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(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow !) She sees no kind domestic visage near,
And soon a flood of tears begins to flow, And gives a loose at last to unavailing wo.
But, ah! what pen his piteous plight may
Or when from high she levels well her aim, And, through the thatch, his cries each falling
The other tribe, aghast, with sore dismay,
ware ; Knowing, I wist, how each the same may
share ; Till fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair ; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth them
greet, And gingerbread y-rare; now, certes, doubly
See to their seats they hye with merry glee,
All but the wight of bum y-galled, he
chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his
hair ;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving
breast, Convulsions intermitting, does declare
His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust behest; And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be
His eye besprent with liquid crystal shines,
shall claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
Behind some door, in melancholy thought,
And still the more to pleasure him she's bent, The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past
But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky,
plore ! For well may freedom erst so dearly won, Appear to British elf more gladsome than the
Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade, And chase gay flies, and cull the fairest flowers ; For when my bones in grass-green sods are
For never may ye taste more careless hours
towers ; Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can
spring Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.
BORN 1700—DIED 1748.
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O MORTAL man! who livest here by toil,
wail, And curse thy star, and early drudge and late,
Withouten that would come an heavier bale, Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale.
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side,
imbrown's, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, No living wight could work, ne cared even for
Was nought around but images of rest :
kest, From poppies breathed ; and beds of pleasant
green, Where never yet was creeping creature seen. Meantime unnumber'd glittering streamlets
play'd, And hurled everywhere their waters sheen ; That, as they bicker'd through the sunny
glade, Though restless still themselves, a lulling mur
Join'd to the prattle of the purling rills,
And still a coil the grasshopper did keep ; Yet all these sounds yblent inclined all to sleep.
Full in the passage of the vale, above,