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What if thine heav'n be overcast,
Expect a brighter sky.
And lays his arrows by.
And let thy strength be seen;
Take half thy canvass in.
ON THE FOREGOING ODE.
And is this all ? Can Reason do no more,
THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
If more admir'd than she-
If flow’rs can disagree?
Appear'd two lovely foes,
The Lily and the Rose.
The Rose soon redden'd into rage,
And, swelling with disdain,
To prove her right to reign.
A fair, imperial flow'r;
The sceptre of her pow'r.
The goddess chanc'd to hear,
The pride of the parterre.
yours the statelier mien ;
Lét each be deem'd a queen.”
The fairest British fair:
They reign united there.
THE POPLAR FIELD. THE poplars are felled, farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm’d me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hast ning away,
if any thing can,
A worm is known to stray;
Which disappears by day.
From whence his rays proceed;
And others to his head.
Proportion’d to his size.
By such a lamp bestow'd,
Be careful where he trod.
Might serve, however small,
a * Mr. Cowper afterwards altered this last stanza in the following manner:
The change both my heart and my fancy employs,
Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain, 'Tis pow'r almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain. Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme
Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.
Might be suppos’d a crow;
And dormitory too.
From what point blows the weather: Look
up-your brains begin to swim, "Tis in the clouds—that pleases him,
He chooses it the rather. Fond of the speculative height, Thither he wings his airy flight,
And thence securely sees The bustle and the raree-show, That occupy mankind below,
If he should chance to fall.
Or troubles it at all.
He sees, that this great roundabout,
Church, army, physic, law,
he?-Caw. Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men;
And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine,
And such a head between 'em.
THE CRICKET. A TRANSLATION FROM THE LATIN. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Wheresoe'er be thine abode, Always harbinger of good. Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give. Thus thy praise shall be express'd Inoffensive, welcome guest! While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious snout, With what vermin else infest Ev'ry dish, and spoil the best; Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire. Though in voice and shape they be Form’d as if akin to thee, Thou surpassest, happier far, Happiest grasshoppers that are ;