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ON THE SPRING.
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
And wake the purple year!
The untaught harmony of Spring :
Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader browner shade,
O'ercanopies the glade",
a bank O’ercanopied with lascious woodbine.
Shaksp. Mids. Night's Dream.
Beside some water's rushy brink
(At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!
The panting herds repose:
The busy murmur glows !
And float amid the liquid noon?:
Quick glancing to the Sun 3.
Such is the race of man :
Shall end where they began.
In Fortune's varying colours dress'd:
They leave, in dust to rest. ? Nare per æstatem liquidam
Virgil Georg. lib. 4. sporting with quick glance, Show to the sun their waved coats dropp'd with gold.
Milton's Paradise Lost, book 7. 4 While insects from the threshold preach, &c.
M. Green, in the Grotto.
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
A solitary fly!
No painted plumage to display:
We frolic while 'tis May.
THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES.
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers, that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.
Her conscious tail her joy declared ;
The velvet of her paws,
She saw; and purr'd applause.
Still had she gazed; but midst the tide
The Genii of the stream:
Betray'd a golden gleam.
The hapless nymph with wonder saw :
With many an ardent wish,
What Cat's averse to fish?
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between: (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.
Eight times emerging from the flood,
Some speedy aid to send.
A favourite has no friend !
From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters gold.
A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
"Ανθρωπος ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυςυχεῖν.
YE distant spires, ye antique towers,
And ye, that from the stately brow
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
I feel the gales that from
As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
1 King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. 2 And bees their honey redolent of spring.
Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. System.