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The slimy pool, to build his hanging house fo 1'i e,
As thus the patient dam assiduous sits,
Sustain'd alone by providential Heaven, wymiotal Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, ndry44 BAST Check their own appétites, and give them all. 745 70
Nor toil alone they scorn: exalting lovegir til By the great Father of the Spring inspired one of putt Gives instant courage to the fearful race, sms! And to the simple, art. With stealthy wing, Should some rude foot their woody haunts molest, Amid a neighbouring bush they silent drop, And whirring thence, as if alarm'd, deceive The unfeeling schoolboy. Hence, around the head Of wandering swain, the white wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight, and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn, To tempt him from her nest. The wild duck, hence, O’er the rough moss; and o'er the trackless waste The heath hen flutters, pious fraud! to lead The hot pursuing spaniel far astray.
Be not the Muse ashamed here to bemoan Her brothers of the grove, by tyrant Man Inhuman caught, and in the narrow cage From liberty confined, and boundless air. Dull are the pretty slaves, their plumage dull, Ragged, and all its brightening lustre lost; Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes, Which clear and vigorous warbles from the beech. O then, ye friends of love, and love-taught song, Spare the soft tribes, this barbarous art forbear; If on your bosom innocence can win, Music engage, or piety persuade.
But let not chief the nightingale lament i smoking at Her ruin'd care, too delicately framed 117 Lai orari To brooks the harsh confinement of the cage." į "I Oft when, returning with her loaded bill, Smart The' astonish'd mother finds a vacant nest, on hi By the hard band of unrelenting clowns 30st en Robb’d, to the ground the vain provision falls ;tils Her pinions ruffle, and low drooping, scarce o od Can bear the mourner to the poplar shade; - liv tej Where, all abandon'd to despair, she sings In H4o. 10 Her sorrows through the night; and, on the bough Sole sitting, still at every dying fall 1:05: tils 's Takes up again her lamentable strain fi ! Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Sigh to her song and with her wail resound. ..
But now the feather'd youth their former bounds, Ardent, disdain ; and, weighing oft their wings, Demand the free possession of the sky: This one glad office more, and then dissolves - W Parental love at once, now needless grown. noi ! Unlavish Wisdom never works in vain.. . by 'Tis on some evening, sunny, grateful, mild,) 10. ) When nought but balm is breathing through the woods, With yellow lustre bright, that the new tribesí a recent Visit the spacious heavens, and look abroadcI E 7 On Nature's common, far as they can see" 3"". Or wing, their range and pasture. O’or the boughsil Dancing about, still at the giddy verge Their resolution fails; their pinions still, ui ont
In loose libration stretch'd, to trust the void 91.
High from the summit of a craggy cliff
Should I my steps turn to the rural seat,
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And ceaseless caws amusive; "there, well pleased, I might the various polity survey 101'}, is Of the mix'd household kind. The careful hen Calls all her chirping family around, men Fed and defended by the fearless cock; !!! Whose breast with ardour flames as on he walks, Graceful, and crows defiance. In the pond," The finely checker'd duck, before her train, Rows garrulous. The stately sailing swani Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale, 11 as a And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet!“. Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle, 1 " Protective of his young. The turkey nigh,. .. Loud threatening, reddens; while the peacock spreads *His every colour'd glory to the sun,?1 !! And swims in radiant majesty along. O’er the whole homely scene, the cooing dove Flies thick in amorous chase, and wanton rolls The glancing eye, and turns the changeful neck. '
While thus the gentle tenants of the shadev . Indulge their purer loves, the rougher world ur og'n' Of brutes below rush furious into fame 1.7 " And fierce desire. Through all his lusty veins The bull, deep scorch'd, the raging passion feels. in Of pasture sick, and negligent of food,, '; ?, Scarce seen, he wades among the yellow broon, While o'er his ample sides the rambling sprays Luxuriant shoot; or through the mazy wood . Dejected wanders, nor the enticing bud-diyini