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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 Aags and reeds,
Now starting into sight
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown!'
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.
Beau marked my unsuccessful pains
With fixt considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
* Sir Robert Gunniog's daughters,
My ramble finished, I returned';
Beau tottering far before
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that lily cropped
Impatient swim to meet
Charmed with the sight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed:
Of man's superior breed:
But chief myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all,
THE POET, THE OYSTER, AND
AN Oyster, cast upen the shore,
Ah, hapless wretch! condemned to dwell
THE POET, THE OYSTER, &c.
Ordained to move when others please,
When, cry the botanists, and stare,
there? No matter when-a poet's muse is To make them grow just where she chooses,
You shapeless 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, Or such another dolt as you: For many a grave and learned clerk, And many a gay unlettered spark, With curious touch examines me, If I can feel as well as he; And when I bend, retire, and shrink, Says-Well, 'tis more than one would think!
Thus life is spent (oh fie upon't!)
A poet, in his evening walk,
You, in your grotto-work enclosed,
And as for you, my Lady Squeamish,
His censure reached them as he dealt it, And each by shrinking showed he felt it.
WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION.
Friendly to peace, but not to me! :
And heart, that cannot rest, agree!
Those alders quivering to the breeze,
III. But fix d unalterable care
Foregoes not what she feels within,
While peace possessed these sitent bowers, Her' animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost its beauties and its powers.