II From the centre A. at the distance A. B. At the distance B. A. from B. the centre venture. (Third postulate see.) 20 Bid the straight lines a journeying go. C. A. C. B. those lines will show. so languid. Frequent consideration and I And postulate the second Because the point A. is the centre Of the circular B. C. D. And because the point B. is the centre A. C. to A. B. and B. C. to B. A. Both extend the kind hand With such high transport every moment flies, I curse Experience that he makes me wise; For at his frown the dear deliriums flew, And the changed scene now wears a gloomy hue. A hideous hag th' Enchantress Pleasure seems, And all her joys appear but feverous dreams. 60 The vain resolve still broken and still made, A slave to pleasure is a slave to smoke!' Where first his infant buds appear; I bid each humble wish expand, With foot advanced and anxious heart When as the Sun was hastening down To bow the head, to bend the knee, the sky, In glittering state twice fifty guineas At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh, And watch the glance in Folly's eye; come, His Mother's plate antique had raised To toil intense, yet toil in vain, But sounds that variously express, What's thine already-Happiness! 'Tis thine the converse deep to hold With all the famous sons of old; And thine the happy waking dream While Hope pursues some favourite. theme, As oft when Night o'er Heaven is spread, If chance some lovely maid thou find 'One blessing more demands care : 90 thy Once more to Heaven address the prayer: A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS UNDERNEATH a huge oak tree There was of swine a huge company, One acorn they left, and no more might you spy. Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly : He belonged, they did say, to the witch. Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet, Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet. ΙΟ And with this tree and others they made Thus thro' its silent tenor may my Life a good ship. The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand. It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush'd in fast : Smooth its meek stream by sordid wealth unclogg'd, Alike unconscious of forensic storms, And Glory's blood-stain'd palm! And when dark Age shall close Life's little day, The old Raven flew round and round, Satiate of sport, and weary of its toils, E'en thus may slumbrous Death my decent limbs and cawed to the blast. He heard the last shriek of the perishing did meet, MS. Compose with icy hand! AN ODE IN THE MANNER OF ANACREON As late in wreaths gay flowers I bound, And he thank'd him again and again for Beneath some roses Love I found, this treat: They had taken his all, and REVENGE WAS SWEET! [We must not think so; but forget and forgive, And by his little frolic pinion As quick as thought I seiz'd the minion, Then in my cup the prisoner threw, And drank him in its sparkling dew: And sure I feel my angry guest And what Heaven gives life to, we'll still Fluttering his wings within my breast! let it live!] ? 1791. |