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With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear;
heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel ;-and know myself a man.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
BY WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.
I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception.But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses.
It chanced then, on a winter's day,
My friends! be cautious how The subject upon which we meet; I fear we shall have winter yet.
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she,
without more ado,
Dick heard, and, tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting, and sideling,
Attested, glad, his approbation
But, though the birds were thus in haste,
father bird and mother
Misses! the tale that I relate,
This lesson seems to carryChoose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
Written in a Time of Afliction. BY WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.
OH, happy shades--to me unblest !
Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest,
And heart that cannot rest, agree ! This glassy stream, that spreading pine,
Those alders quivering to the breeze, Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine,
And please, if any thing could please. But fix'd, unalterable care
Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness every where,
And slights the season and the scene. For all that pleased in wood or lawn,
While peace possess'd these silent bowers, Her animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost its beauties and its powers. The saint or moralist should tread
This moss-grown alley, musing, slow; They seek, like me, the secret shade,
But not, like me, to nourish woe!
Me fruitful scenes, and prospects waste,
Alike admonish not to roam ; These tell me of enjoyments past,
And those of sorrows yet to coine.
OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY
OF THE BOOKS.
BY WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose.
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind, Then holding the spectacles up to the court
Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
Design'd to sit close to it, just like a saddle. Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
('Tis a case that has happen'd, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a nose !
Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? On the whole it appears-and my argument shows,
With a reasoning the court will never condemn,