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Page A Fable .
181 A Comparison . .
183 Another, addressed to a young L
184 The Poet's New Year's Gift
185 Ode to Apollo.
186 Pairing Time anticipated. A Fable .
187 The Dog and the Water Lily
189 The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant 191 The Shrubbery .
. 193 The Winter Nosegay.
194 Mutual Forbearance necessary to the Happi. ness of the Married State
195 The Negro's Complaint .
197 Pity for Poor Africans .
199 The Morning Dream.
201 The Nightingale and Glow-worm
203 On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his
205 The Pineapple and the Bee .
206. Horace, Book II. Ode 10..
208 A Reflection on the foregoing Od
210 The Lily and the Rose
211 Idem Latine Redditum
213 The Poplar Field .
215 Idem Latine Redditum Votum . . .
• 219 Cornicula .
221 The Jackdaw
222 Ad Grillum. Anacreonticum .
294 The Cricket Simile agit in Simile
228 The Parrot . . . . . .
229 Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia . 231 The History of John Gilpin . . . 232 Epistle to an afflicted Protestant Lady in France 240 To the Rev. W.C. Unwin . . . . 249
A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds, that men admire as half-divine, Stark naught, becanse corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war: And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such meo, man owes His portion in the good that Heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them, at tbeir country's side; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, . Unworthy of the blessings of the brave, Is base in kind, and born to be a slave,
But let eternal infamy pursue
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man ; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan: . Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,