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128 ; Sorrow. O! if the muse must flatter lawless (way, And follow ftill where Fortune leads the way; Or if no bafis bear my rising name, .But the falln ruins of another’s fame;
Then teach me, Heav'n! to scorn the guilty bays, Drive from my breast that wretched thirst of
praise; Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown, O! grant an honest fame, or grant me none !
Beneath some hoary mountain
Į 'll lay me down and weep,
Bewail myself asleep ;
With gentle murm’ring streams,
The African Prince.
-There's not an African That traverses our vast Numidian deserts In quest of prey, and lives upon his bow, But better practises this boasted virtue. Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chace; Amidst the running stream he sakes his thirst, Toils all the day, and, at th' approach of night, On the first friendly bank he throws him down, Or rests his head upon a rock till morn : Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game; And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted fpring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
THE AFRICAN PRINCE.
I've known young Juba rise before the sun,
130 Mountains of Ice.- A Storm in a Defert.
ADDISON. MOUNTAINS OF ICE. ZEMBLA's cold rocks, the beauteous work of
frost, Rise white in hair, and glitter o'er the coast; Pale suns, unfelt, at distance roll away, And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play; Eternal snows the growing mass supply, Till the bright mountains prop th’incumbent sky: As Atlas fix’d, each hoary pile appears, The gather’d winter of a thousand years.
POPE, A STORM IN A DESERT. So where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away.
The Goldfinch slarved in his Cage.
The helpless traveller, with wild surprise,
My drink the morning dew;
My strains for ever new.
And of a transient date;
Soon pass’d the wiry grate.
And cure of ev'ry ill !
Had been your pris'ner still.
The Pine-Apple and the Bel.
THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE,
The pine-apples in triple row
Our dear delights are often such: