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With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear;
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
BY WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.
I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,*
If birds confabulate or no;
"Tis clear that they were always able
A story of a cock and bull,
Must have a most uncommon skull.
* 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,
In many an orchard, copse, and grove,
And with much twitter and much chatter,
At length a Bullfinch, who could boast
My friends! be cautious how ye 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, Opposite in the apple-tree,
By his good will, would keep us single
Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle,
Or (which is likelier to befal)
Till death exterminate us all.
without more ado,
My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?
Dick heard, and, tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting, and sideling,
Attested, glad, his approbation
But, though the birds were thus in haste, The leaves came on not quite so fast, And destiny, that sometimes bears An aspect stern on man's affairs, Not altogether smiled on theirs. The wind, of late breathed gently forth, Now shifted east and east by north. Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know, Could shelter them from rain or snow; Stepping into their nests, they paddled, Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled; Soon every father bird and mother Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other, Parting without the least regret, Except that they had ever met, And learn'd, in future to be wiser, Than to neglect a good adviser.
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 Affliction. 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,
Foregoes not what she feels within,
And slights the season and the scene.
For all that pleased in wood or lawn,
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,
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-
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause 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,