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Old Arthur's board: on the capacious round
TO THE RIVER LODON.
Ah! what a weary race my feet have run,
THE PROGRESS OF DISCONTENT. 1746.
Our pupil's hopes, though twice defeated,
When nine full tedious winters past,
6. These fellowships are pretty things,
Too fond of freedom and of ease
Continuing this fantastic farce on,
Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel,
Of Oxford pranks facetious tells,
When calm around the common room And--but on Sundays—hears no bells;
I puff?d my daily pipe's perfume ! Sends presents of his choicest fruit,
Rode for a stomach, and inspected, And prunes himself each sapless shoot;
At annual bottlings, corks selected : Plants cauliflow'rs, and boasts to rear
And din'd untax’d, untroubled, under The earliest melons of the year;
The portrait of our pious founder!
When impositions were supply'd
To light my pipe-or soothe my pride-
No cares were then for forward peas,
A yearly-longing wife to please;
My thoughts no christ'ning dinners crost, By cares domestic is opprest;
No children cry'd for butter'd toast;
And ev'ry night I went to bed,
Without a modus in
head!” For children fresh expenses yet,
Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart !
Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art;
A dupe to follies yet untry'd,
And sick of pleasures scarce enjoy'd ! Return, ye days! when endless pleasure
Each prize possess'd, thy transport ceases, I found in reading, or in leisure !
And in pursuit alone it pleases.
A beast forth-sallied on the scout,
THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT Long-backed, long-tailed, with whisker'd snout,
TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. And badger-coloured hide.
Maria! I have every good He, entering at the study-door,
For thee wished many a time,
Both sad, and in a cheerful mood,
But never yet in rhyme.
To wish thee fairer is no need,
More prudent, or more sprightly, Just then, by adverse fate imprest,
Or more ingenious, or more freed
From temper-flaws unsightly.
What favour then not yet possest
Can I for thee require,
In wedded love already blest,
To thy whole heart's desire?
None here is happy but in part:
Full bliss is bliss divine;
There dwells some wish in every heart, Minute the horrors that ensued;
And doubtless one in thine.
That wish on some fair future day,
Which fate shall brightly gild, That beak, whence issued many a strain
('Tis blameless, be it what it may)
I wish it all fulfilled.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I sliall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau,
If birds confabulate or no;
'Tis clear that they were always able His head alone remained to tell
To hold discourse, at least in fable;
And e'en the child who knows no better,
Must have a most uncommon skull.
It chanced then on a winter's day,
But warm, and bright, and calm as May, to Anna conveyed,
The birds, conceiving a design The plentiful moisture incumbered the flower,
To forestall sweet St. Valentine, And weighed down its beautiful head.
In many an orchard, copse, and grove,
Assembled on affairs of love,
Began to agitate the matter.
More years and wisdom than the most,
Entreated, opening wide his beak, I hastily seized it, unfit as it was
A moment's liberty to speak; For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd,
And, silence publicly enjoined, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!
Delivered briefly tbus his mind. I snapped it, it feil to the ground.
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
The subject upon which we meet; And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part
I fear we shall have winter yet. Some act by the delicate mind,
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart
With golden wing, and satin pole, Already to sorrow resigned.
A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried
What marriage means, thus pert replied. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, Might have bloomed with its owner a while,
Opposite in the apple-tree, And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,
By his good will would keep us single, May be followed perhaps by a smile.
Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle,
Beau marked my unsuccessful pains Or (which is likelier to befal)
With fixt considerate face, Till death exterminate us all.
And puzzling sat his puppy brains
To comprehend the case.
But with a chirrup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream, Attested, glad, his approbation
I thence withdrew, and followed long Of an immediate conjugation.
The windings of the stream. Their sentiments so well exprest
My ramble finished, I returned, Influenced mightily the rest,
Beau trotting far before All paired, and each pair built a nest.
The floating wreath again discerned,
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that lily eropped
Impatient swim to meet Not altogether smiled on theirs.
My quick approach, and soon he dropped
The treasure at my feet.
Charmed with the sight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed : Stepping into their nests, they paddled,
My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's superior breed:
But chief myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call, Except that they liad ever met,
To shew a love as prompt as thine And learned in future to be wiser,
To Him who gives me all. Than to neglect a good adviser.
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
THE POET, THE OYSTER, AND SENSI
Ah, hapless wretch! condemned to dwell
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wandered on his side.
And high in pedigree,
That spaniel found for me)
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wished my own.
To steer it close to land;
Escaped my eager hand.
The plant he meant grew not far off,
When, cry the botanists, and stare,
You slapeless nothing in a dish,