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The wound: spare nor thy flesh, nordreadth'event: But skin with wanton wing th' irriguous vale Vulcan shall save when žEsculapius fails. [means Where winding streams amid the How'ry meado

Here should ihe knowing Muse rccount the Perpetual glide along, and undermine To stop this growing plague: and here, alas! The cavern'd banks, by the tenacious roots Each hand presents a sov reign cure and boasts of hoary willows arch'd, gloomy retreat Infallibility ; but boasts in vain.

of the bright scaly kind, where they at will
On this depend -- each to his sep'rate seat On the green wat'ry reed, their pasture gaze;
Confine, in feuters bound; give each his mess Slick the moist soil'; or slumber at their case,
A part, his range in open air : and then Rock'd by the restless brook that draws aslope
If deadly symptoms to thy grief appear, Its humid train, and laves their dark abodes.
Devote the wretch, and let him greatly fall, Where rages not oppression ? where, alas !
A zen'rous victim for the public weal. Is Innocence secure? Rapine and Spoil

Sing, philosophie Muse! the dire effects Taunte'enthelowestdeeps ; seas have theirsharks,
Of this contagious bite on hapless man. Rivers and ponds inclose the sav'nous pike;
The rustic swains, by long tradition taught le in his turn becomes a prey, on him
Of leeches old, as soon as they perceive Th' ainphibious otter feasts. "Just is his fate
The bile inpress, to the sca-coasts repair. Deserv'd: but tyrants knowno bounds; nor spears,
Plung d in the briny flood, th'unhappy youth That bristle on his back, defend the perch
Now journeys home secure, but soon shall wish From his wide greedy jaws; nor burnish'd mail
The seas as yet had cover'd him beneath The yellow carp; nur all his arts can save
The foaming surge full many a fathom deep. Th'insinuating eel, that hides his head
A fate more dismal, and superior ills,

Beneath the slimy mul; nor yet escapes, Hang o'er his head devoted. When the moon, The crimson-spoiled trout, the river's pride, Closing her monthly round, returns again And beauty of the stream.

Without reinorse To glad the night, or when full-orb'd she shines This midnight pillager, raging around, High in the vault of heaven, the lurking pest Insatiate, swallows all. The owner mourns Begins the dire assault. The pois'nous foam, Th' unpeopled rivullet, and gladly hears Thm'the deep wound instilld with hostile rage, The huntsman's carly call, and sees with joy And all its fiery particles saline,

The jovial crew, that inarch upon its banks Invades th' arterial fluid, whose red waves In gay parade, with bearded lances arın'd. Tempestuous heave, and, their cohesion broke, This subule spoiler, of the beaver kind, Fermenting, boil; intestine war cnsues, Far off perhaps, where antient alders siiade And order to confusion turus einbroil'd. The deep still pool, within some hollow trunk Now the distended vessels scarce contain Contrives his wicker couch, whence he surveys The wild uproar, but press cach weaker part, His long purlieu, lord of the stream, and all Unable to resist: the iender brain

The finny shoals his own. But you, brave youths! And stomach suffer most: courulsions shake Dispute the felon's claiin; try ev'ry, root, Ilis trembling nerves, and wand'ring pungent And ev'ry rády bank; encourage all pains

The busy spreiding pack, that fearless plunge Pinch sore the sleepless wretch: his flutt'ringpulse Into the food, and cross the rapid stream. Oft interunits; pensive and sad, he mouras Bid rocks and caves, and each resounding shore, His cruel fate, and to his weeping friends Proclain your bold defiance! loudly raise Laments in vain; to hasty anger prone,

Each chcering voice, till distant hills repeat Resentseichslightoffence, walks with quick step, The triumphs of the vale. On the soft sand And wildly stares : at last with boundless sway See there his seal impress'd! and on that tank The tyrant phrensy reigns; for as the dog Behold the glitt'ring spoils, half-eaten fish, Whose fatal bite convey'd th' infectious bune, Scales, fins, and bones, the leavings of his feast. Raringhe foams, and howls, and barks, and bites. Ah! on that yielding sag-bed, see, once more Like agitations in his boiling blood

His scal I view. O'er yon dank ryshy marsh Preseni like species to his troubled mind, The sly goose-footed prowler bends his course, His nature and his actions all canine.

And seeks the distantshallows. Huntsman, bring So (as old Homer sung) th' associates wild Thy eager pack, and trail him to his couch Of wand'ring Ithacus, by Circe's charns Hark! the loud peal begins, the clam'rous joy, To swine transformid, ran granting thro' the The gallant chiding, loads the trembling ait: Dreadful exainple to a wicked world! {groves. Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these floods preside, See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with thirst, Raise up your dripping heads above the wave, But dares not drink; till now at last his soul And hear our melody. The harmonious notes Trembling escapes, her noisome dungeon Icaves, Float with the stream, and ev'ry winding creck And to some purer region wings away: And hollow rock, that e'er the dimpling flood : One labor yet reinains, celestial Maid! Nods pendant, still improve from shore to shore Another element demands thy song.

Our sweet reiterated joys. What shouts ! No more o'er cragyy steeps, thro' coverts thick What clamor loud! what gay heart-cheering With pointed thor, and briers intricate,

sounds Urge on with horn and voice the painful pack, Urge thro' the breathing brass their mazy way!


Notchoirs of Tritons gald with sprighulier strains Nor Titan's lively tints, adorn our walls ?
The dancing billows, when proud Neptune rides Yet these the meanest of us may behold,
In triumph o'er the deep. "How greedily And at another's cost may feast at will
They souff the fishy stcan that 10 each blade Our wond'ringeyes: what can the ownermore?
Rank-sceming clings! See how the morning dew's But vain, alas! is wealth not grac'd with pow's.
Theysweep,that fiom their feet besprinkling drop The flow'ry landscape and the gilded dome,
Dispera'd, and leare a track oblique behind. And vistas op'ning ļo the wearied eye.
Now on firm land they range ; ihen in the flood Thro' all his widle domain ; the planted grore,
They plunge tumultuous, or thro' reedy pools The slirubby wilderness, with its gay choir
Rusiling they work their way: no hole escapes Of warbling birds, can't lull 10 soft repose
Their curious search. Hith quick sensation now Th'ambitious wretch, whose discontented soul
The funning vapor wrings; flutter their hearts, Is harrow'd day and night : he mouros, he pines,
And joy redonble bursis from ev'ry mouth Until his prince's favor makes him great.
In louder symphonies. Yon hollow trunk, See there he comes, th'exalted idol comes!
That with its hoary head incurv'd salutes The circle's form’d, and all his fawning slares
The passing wave, most be the tyrant's fort, Devoutly bow to earth ; from ev'ry mouth
And dread abode. How these impatient climb, The pauseous Aatt'ry flows, which he returns
While otbers at the root incessant bay ! With promises that die as soon as born.
They put hiin down. See, there he lives along! Vile intercourse! where Virtue has no place.
Th'ascending bubbles mark his gloomy way. Frown but the monarch, all his glories fade;
Quick fix the nets, and cut off his retreat Ile mingles with the throng, outcast, undone,
Into the shelt'ring deeps. Ah! there he vents ! The pageant of a day; withoat one friend
The pack plunge headlong, and protendedspears To sooth his tortur'd mind; all, all are fled;
Menace destruction, while the troubled surge For thu' they bask'd in his meridian ray,
Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind The insects vanish as his beams decline.
Afrighted hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, Not such our friends; for here no dark design,
And loud :proar. Ah! there once more hevents! No wicker int’rest, bribes the renal heart ;
See ! that bold hounci has seis'd him ; down they But inclination to our bosoms leads,

And wcds them there for life; our social cups
Together lost; but soon shall he repent Smile as we smile; open and unreserved,
His rash assault. See! there escap'd he flies We speak our inmost souls ; good-humor, mirth,
Half drown'd, and clambers up the slippery bank, Soft complaisance, and wit from malice free,
Withouze and blood distain'd. Of all the brutes, Smooth ev'ry brow', and glow from ev'ry cheek.
Whether by nature form'd, or by long use, O happiness sincere!,what wretch would groan
This artful diver best can bear the want Beneath the galling load of pow'r, or walk
Of vial air. Unequal is the fight

Upon the slipp’ry pavements of the great, Beneath the whelming element: yet there Who thus could reign unenvied and secure? He lives not long, but respiration needs

Ye guardian Pow'rs, whoinakamankind your At proper intervals. Again he vents ;

care, Again the crowd attack. That spear has pierc'd Give me to know wise Nature's hidden depths, His neck, the crimson waves confess the wound, Trace each mysterious cause, withjudgementread Fix'd is the bearded lance, unwelcome guest, Th' expandeil volume, and submiss adore Where'er he flies; with him it sinks beneath, That great creative Will, who at a word With him it mounts ; sure guide to ev'ry foe. Spoke forth the wond'rous scene. But if mysoul, Inly he groans, nor can his sender wound To this gross clay confin'd, fiutters on earth Bear the cold stream. Lo! to yon sedgy bank With less ambitious wing, upskill'd to range He creeps disconsolate : his núm'rous foes From orb to orb, where Newton leads the way, Surround him, hounds and mien. Piered thru' Andview with piercing eyes the grand machine, and thro'

Worlds above worlds ; subservient to his voice On pointed spears they lift him high in air ; Who, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain. Gives light to all, bids the great system move, Bid the loud horns, in gaily-warbling strains, And changeful seasons in their turns advance, Proclaim the felon's fate. He dies ! he dies ! Unmov'd, unchang'd, himself; yet this at leas

Rejoice ye scaly tribes! and Icaping dance Grant me propitious-an inglorious life Above the wave, in sign of liberty

Calm and serene, nor lost in false pursuits Restord; the cruel tyrant is 110 more.

Of wealth or honors ; but enough to raise Rejoice, secure and blest, did not as yet My drooping friends, preventing modest want Remain some of your own rapacious kind, That dares not ask : and if, to crown my joys, And man, fierce man! with all his various wiles Yegrant me health, that, ruddy in my cheeks,

O happy, if ye knew your bappy state, Blooms in my life's decline; fields, woods, and Ye rangers of the fields !' whom Nature boon

streams, Cheers with her smiles, and ev'ry element Each tow'ring hill, each humble vale helow, Conspires to bless. What if no heroes frown Shallhear mycheeringvoice: myhounds shallwake From warble pedestals, nor Raphael's works, The lazy moro, and glad the horizon round.


When heifers seek the shade and cooling lake, $ 50. Rural Sports ; a Georgic. Gay.

And in the middle path-way basks the snake; Inscribed to Mr. Pope, 1713*. O lead ine, guard me from the sultry hours, " ---securi prælia ruris

Ilire me, ye forests, in your closest bow'rs,

Il'here the tall oak his spreading arms entwines, “ Pandimus,"

Aud with the heech a mutual shade combines; CANTO I.

Where flowsthemurm’ringbrook inviting dreams

Where bordering hazel overhangs the streams; You, who the sweetsof rural life have known, Whose rolling current windinground and round, Despise th' ungrateful hurry of the town;

With frequent falls inakes allihe wood resound; In Windsor groves yonr ca y hours employ,

Upon the mossy couch my limbs I cast, And, oudisturbid, yourself and Muse enjoy.

And e'en at noon the sweets of ev’ning taste. Thames listens to thy strains, and silent flows,

Here I peruse the Mantuan's Gcorgic strains, And no rude wind throngh rustling osier blows; And learn the labors of Italian swains ; While all his wond'ring nymphis around thee In ev'ry page I see new landscapes rise”, To hear the Syrens warble in thy song: [throng, And all llesperia opens to my eyes ; But I, who ne'er was blest by fortune's hand, I wander o'er the various rural toil, Nor brighten'd ploughslare in paternal land, And know the nature of each difl'rent soil : Long in the noisy town have been immur',

This waving field is gilded o'er with com, Respir'd its smoke, and all its cares endur'd;

That spreading trees with blushing fruit adorn : Where news and politics divide mankind, Here I survey the purple vintage grow, And schemes of staie involve th’ uneasy mind; Climbround the poles, and rise in graceful row: Fartion einbroils the world; and ev'ry tongue Now I behold the steed curvet and bound, Is inov'd by flatt'ry, or with scandal hung: And


with restless hoot the smoking ground: Friendship, for sylvan shades, the palace flies, The dewlapp'd bull now chafes along the plain; Where all must yield to int’rest's dearer ties; While burning love ferments in ev'ry vein; Each rival Machiavel with enry burns, His well-arm'd front against his rival aims, And honcsty forsakes thein all by turns ;

And by the dint of war his mistress claims : While calomny upon each party's thrown:

The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Which both promote, and both alike disown. Now from the Huw'rs exhaust the fragrant dew; Fatigued at last, a calm retreat I choose, With go'den treasures loard his little thighs, And sooth'd the harass'l mind with sweet repose, And steer his distanıt journey through the skies ; Wherefields and shades, and the refreshing cline, Some against hostile drones the hive defend; Inspire the sylsan song, and prompt my rhyme, Others with sweets the waxen cells distend : My Muse shall rove through flow'ry meads and Each in the toil his destin'di oflice bears, plains,

And in the lule bulk a mighty soul appears. And deck with rural sports her native strains ; Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day, And the same road ambitiously pursue, And trudging homeward whistles on the way ; Frequented by the Mantuan swain and you. When the big-udder'd cows with patience stand,

"Tis not that rural sports alone invite, Waiting the strokings of the damsel's hand; But all the grateful country breathes delight; Nowarbling cheers the words; thefeather’dchoir, Her blooming health exerts her gentle reign, To court kind slumbers, to the sprays retire : And strings ihe sinews of th' industrious swain. When no rude gale disturbs the sleeping trees, Soon as the morning lark salutes the day, Nor aspen leaves confess the gentlest breeze ; Through dewy fields I take my frequent way, Engaged in thought, to Neptune's bounds I stray, Where I behold the fariner's early care To take my farewell of the parting day ; In the revolving labors of the year.

Far in ihe deep, the sun his glory hides, When the fresh Spring in all her state is crown's, A streak of gold the sea and sky divides : And high luxuriantgrass o'erspreads the ground, The purple clouds their amber linings show, The laborer with a bending scythe is seen, And edg'd with flame rolls er’rv wave below : Shaving the surface of the waving green ; Here pensive I behold the fading light, Of all her native pride disrobes the land, Avd o'er the distant billow lose my sight. And ineads lays waste before his sweeping hand; Now Night in silent state begins to rise, While with the mounting sun the neadow glows, And twinkling orbs bestrew th' uncloudy skies ; The fading herbage round he loosely throws : Her borrow'd lustro-growing Cynthia lends, But, if some sign portend a lasting show'r, And on the main a glitt'ring path extends ; Th'experienc'd swain foresees the coming hour. Millions of worlds lang in the spacious air ; Hlis sun-burnt bands the scatı’ring fork forsake, Thich round their suns their aontalcircles steer; And ruddy damsels ply the saving rake; Sweet contemplation elevales my sense, In rising hills ihre fragrant harrest grows, While I survey the worl's of Providence. And spreads along the field in equal rows. O could the Muse in lofiicr strains rehearse Now when the height of heaven bright Phiæ- The glorious Author of the universe,

Whoreins the winds. gives the vast oceanbounds, And level rays cleave wide the thirsty plains; Landcircumscribestle Hoating worlds their rounds This Poem received many material corrections from the Author after it was first published.


bus gains,

My soul should overflow in songs of praise, Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And iny Creator's name inspire ny lays ! And lends the growing insect proper wings:

As in successive course the seasons roll, Silks of all colors must their aid impart, So circling pleasures recreate the soul. And ev'ry fur promote the fisher's art. When genial spring a living warmth bestows, So the gay lady, with expensive care, And o'er the year her verdant manile throws, Borrows the pride of land, of sea, and air; [plays, No swelling inundation hides the grounds, Furs, pearls, and plumes, the glitt'ring thing disBut crystal currents glide within their bounds; Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts betrays

. The finny brood their wonted haunts forsake, Mark well the various seasons of the year, Float in the sun, and skim alor.g the lake : How the succeeding inseci race appear ; Withfrequentleaptheyrange the shallow streams, In this revolving moon one color reigns, Their silver coats reflect the dazzling beans. Which in the next the fickle trout disdains, Now let the fishernian his toils prepare, Oft have I seen a skilful angler try And arm himself with ev'ry wat'ry snare; The various colors of the treach'rous fly: His hooks, his lines, peruse with careful eye ; When he withfruitlesspainhasskimm'dihebrook, Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tie.

And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, When floating clouds their spongy feeces drain, le shakes ile bougies that on the margin grow, Troubling the streams with swifi descending rain; Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw; And waters, tumbling down the mountain's side, W'hen if an insect fall (his certain guide) Bear the loose soil into the swelling tide; He gently takes him from the whirling tide; Then, soon as vernal gales begin to rise, Examines well his form with curious cjes, Anil drive the liquid burthen ihro' the skies, His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns, and size; The fisher to the neighb'ring current speeds, Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds, Whose rapid surface purls unknown to weeds : And on the back a speckled feather binds; Upon a rising border of the brook

So just the colors shine through ev'ry part, Hesits him down, and lies the treach'rous hook; Tijat Nature seems again to live in Art. Now expectation cheers his eager thought, Let not thy wary step advance too near, His bosom glows with treasures yet uncaught; While all ihy hope hangs on a single hair ; Before his eyes a banquet seems to stand, The new-form'd insect on the water moves, Where ev'ry gnest applaudes his skilful hand. The speckled trout the curious snare approves; Far

up the streani the twisted hair be throws, Upon the curling surtace let it glide: Which down the murm'ring currentgen lyflows; With natural motion from thy hand supplied, When, if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Against the stream now gently let it play, Directs the roving trout this fatal way, Now in the rapid eddy roll away: He greetlily sucks in the twining bait, The scaly shoals float by, and, seis'd with fear, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat : Behold their fellows tosi in' thinner airį Now, happy fisherman, now (witch the line ! But soon they leap, and catch the swimmingbait, How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thive ! Plunge on the hook, and share an equal fate. Cast on tke bank, he dies willı gasping pains, When a brisk gale against the current blows, And trickling blood his silver mail distuins. And all the wat'ry plain in wrinkles flows,

You must not ev'ry worm promiscuous lise ; Then let the fisherman his art repeat, Judgernent will tell the proper bait to choose: Where bubbling eldies favor the deceit. The worm that draws along immoderate size If an enormous salınon chance to spy The trout abhors, and the rank morsel Alies : The wanton errors of the floating fly; And, if too small, the naked fraud's in sight, He litis his silver gills above the flood, And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. And greedily sucks in th' unfaithful food ; Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains, Then downward plunges with the fraudful pres, Whose polish'd tails a shining yellow stains ; And bears with joy the little spoil away : Cleanse ihem froin filth, to give a tempting gloss, Soon in smart pain he feels the dire mistake, Cherish the sullied reptile race with inoss; Lashes the wave, and beats the foamy lake; Amid the verdant bed they iwive, they toil, With sudden rage he now aloft appears, And from their bodies wipe their native soil. And in his eye convulsive anguish bears :

But when the sun displays his glorions beains, And now again, iinpatient of the wound, And shallow rivers flow with silver streains, He rolls and writhes his shining body round; Then the deceit the aly breed survey, Then headlong shoots beneath the dashing tide ; Bask in the sun, and look into ihe day : The treinbling fins the boiling wave divide. You now a more delusive art must try, Now hope exalts the fisher's beating heart; And tempt their hunger with a curious fly. Now he turns pale, and fears his dubious art;

To frame the little animal, provide He views the tumbling fish with longing eyes, All the gay hues that wait on temale pride ; While the line stretches with th’unwieldly prize; Let nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire Each motion humors with his steady hands, The shining bellies of the fly require; And one slight hair the mighıç bulk commands : The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Till tir'd ai last, despoild of all his strength, Nor the dear purchace of the sable's tail. The game atlıwart the stream unfolds his length,



He now with pleasure views the gasping prize Wand'ring in plenty, danger he forgets,
Gnashhis sharpreeth,and roll his blood-sholeyes; Nor dreads the slav'ry of entangling nets.
Then draws him to the shore with ariful care, The subtle dog scours with sagacious nose
And lifts his nostrils in the sick'ning air: Along the field; and snuffs each breezethat blows;
Upon the burthen'd stream he Aoating lies, Against the wind he takes his prudent way,
Stretches his quiv'ring fins, and gasping dies. While the strong gale directs him to the prey.

you preserve a numn'rous finny race, Now the warm scent assures the corey near; Let your fierce dogs the rav’nous otter chase He treads with caution, and he points with fears (The amphibious inonster ranges all the shores, l'hen (lest some sentry-fowl the fraud descry, Darts thru’the waves, and ev'ry haunt explores): And bid his fellows from the danger fly) Or let the gin bis roving steps betray,

Close to the ground in expectation lies, And save from hostile jaws ihe scaly prey.

Till in the share the futt'ring covey rise, I never wander where the bord'ring reeds Soon as the blushing light begins to spread, O'erlook the muddy stream, whose tangling weeds And glancing Phæbus gilds the mountain's head, Perplex the fisher; I nor choose to bear His early flight th' ill fated partridge takes, The thevish nightly net, nor barbed spear; And quíts the frien«lly shelter of the brakes. Nor drain I ponds, the golden carp to take; Or, when the sun casts a declining ray, Nor trowle for pikes, dispeoplers of the lake :

And drives his chariot down the western way; Around the steel no tortur’d worm shall twine, Let your obsequious ranger search around, No blood of living insect stain my line. Where yellow stubble withers on the ground: Let ine, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, Nor will the roying spy direct in vain, With pliant rod, athwart the pebbled brook, But nun'rous coveys gratify thy pain. Silent along the mazy margin stray,

When the meridian sun contracts the shade, And with the fur-wroughi fly delude the prey. And frisking heifers seek the cooling glade;

Or when the country floats with sudden rains,
Or driving mists deface the moisten'd plains ;

In vain his toils th' unskilful fowler tries,
Now, sporting Muse, draw in the flowing reins, While in thick woods the feeding partridge lics.
Leave the clear streanis awhile for funny plains, Nor must the sporting verse the gun forbear,
Should you the various arins and toils rehearse, But what's the Fowler's be the Muse's care,
And all the fishermen adorn thy verse; See how the well-tanght pointer leads ihe way:
Should you the wide encircling net display, The scent grows warm; he stops; he springs
And in its spacious arch inclose the sca;
Then haul the plunging load upon the land, The flutt'ring coveys from the stubble rise,
And with the sole and curbot hide the sand; And on swift wing divide the sounding skies;
It would extend the growing theine too long, The scatt'ring lead pursues the certain sight,
And tire the reader with the wat'ry song. And death in thunder overtakes their flight.

Let the keen hunter from the chace refrain, Cool breathes the morning air, and Winter's hand
Nor render all the ploughman's labor vain, Spreads wide her hoary mantle o'er the land ;
When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn, Now to the copse thy lesser spaniel take,
And clothes the fields with golden ears of corn. Teach him to range the ditch, and forcethebrake;
Now, now, ye reapers, to your task repair, Not closest coveris can protect the game:
Haste! save the product of the bounteous year: Hark! the dog opens ; take thy certain aim.
To the wide gathering hook long furrows yield, The woodcock Autters ; how he warring flies!
And rising sheaves extend thro' all the field. The wood resounds : hc wheels, he drops, he
Yet, if for sylvan sports thiy bosom glow,

Let thy fleet greyhound urge his flying foe. The tow'ring hawk let future poets sing,
With what delight the rapid course I view! Who terror bears upon liis soaring wing:
How does my eye ihe circling race pursue !

Let them ou high the frighted hera survey, He snaps deceitful air with einpty jaws;

And lofty numbers paint their airy fray. The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws; Nor shall the mountain lark the Musé detain, She flies, he stretches, now with nimble bound That greets the morning with his early strain : Eager he presses on, but overshoots his ground; When, 'midst his song, the twinkling glas She turns; he winds, and soon regains the way, betrays, Then tears with goary mouth the screaming prey. While from each angle flash the glancing rays, What various sport does rural life afford ! And in the sun the transient colors blaze, What unbought dainties heap the wholesome Pride lures the little warbler from the skies : board!

The light enamor'd bird deluded clies. Nor less the spaniel, skilful to betray,

But still the chace, a pleasing task, temnins ; Rewards the fowler with the feather'd prey, The hound must open in these rural sırains. Soon as the laboring horse with swelling veins, Soon as Aurora drives away the night, Has safely hous'd the farmer's doubtful gains, And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, To sweet repast th’ unwary partridge Alies, The healthy huntsman with the cheerful horn, With joy amid the scalter'd harvesi lies; Summans the dogs, and greets the dappled morn;



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