Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark, how through the peopled air The insect youth are on the wing, And float amid the liquid noon : To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Alike the Busy and the Gay But flutter through life's little day, Methinks I hear in accents low Poor moralist! and what art thou? A solitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is We frolic, while 'tis May. ODE II. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES. "TWAS on a lofty vase's side, The pensive Selima, reclined, Her conscious tail her joy declared; paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat's averse to fish? Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent Eight times emerging from the flood No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes, And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold. ODE III. ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. *Ανθρωπος ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυστυχεῖν. MENANDER. YE distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the wat'ry glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her HENRY's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way! Ah happy rills! ah pleasing shade! Ah fields beloved in vain !— Where once my careless childhood stray'd— A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye A momentary bliss bestow, blow As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames, (for thou hast seen To chase the rolling circle's speed, While some, on earnest business bent, Their murm'ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint, To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, The thoughtless day, the easy night, |