VI. Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with fuch a well match'd pair, The language and the tone, Each character in ev'ry part Suftain'd with fo much grace and art, And both in unison. VII. When children first begin to spell, We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties foon abate, When birds are to be taught to prate, THE SHRUBBERY WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION. I. Он, happy fhades-to me unblest ! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the fcene that offers reft, And heart that cannot reft, agree! II. This glaffy ftream, that spreading pine, Thofe alders quiv'ring to the breeze, Might footh a foul less hurt than mine, And please, if any thing could please. III. But fix'd unalterable care Foregoes not what the feels within, Shows the fame sadness ev'ry where, And flights the feafon and the scene.. IV. For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, Her animating smile withdrawn, མ. The faint or moralift should tread This mofs-grown alley, mufing, flow; They feek, like me, the fecret fhade, VI. Me fruitful scenes and profpects wafte Alike admonifh not to roam; These tell me of enjoyments paft, And those of forrows yet to come. THE WINTER NOSEGAY.. I. WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our ifle, Art has in a meafure fupplied,. And winter is deck'd with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring From the fhelter of that funny fhed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. II. 'Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets, Where Flora is ftill in her prime, A fortrefs, to which the retreats From the cruel affaults of the clime.. While earth wears a mantle of fnow, These pinks are as fresh and as gay On the beautiful bofom of May. See how they have safely surviv'd And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FORBEARANCE NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE. THE lady thus address'd her spouse- Thofe hangings, with their worn-out graces, They overwhelm me with the spleen! And shall expe&t him at the door You are so deaf, the lady cried, (And rais'd her voice, and frown'd befide) You are fo fadly deaf, my dear, What shall I do to make you hear? Well, I proteft 'tis paft all bearing- |