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· The Sweets of Contentment.


No glory I covet, no riches I want,

Ambition is nothing to me; The one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant, • Is a mind independent and free:

With passion unruffled, untainted with pride,

By reason my life let me square : The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied ;

And the rest is but folly and care.

The blessings which Providence freely has lent

I'll justly and gratefully prize, While sweet meditation and cheerful content

Shall make me both healthful and wife.

In the pleasures the great man's poffeßions


Unenvied I'll challenge my part; . For ev'ry fair object my eyes can survey .' Contributes to gladden my heart..


154 The Leopard and the Looking-Glafs. How vainly, through infinite trouble and strife,

The many their labours employ! Since all that is truly delightful in life

Is what all, if they please, may enjoy!


FIERCE from his lair, forth springs the fpeckled

pard, Thirsting for blood, and eager to destroy. The huntsman fies, but to his Hight alone Confides not: at convenient distance fix’d, A polish'd mirror stops, in full career, The furious brute : he there his image views; Spots against spots with rage improving glowi. Another pard his briftly whiskers curls, Grins as he grins, fierce menacing, and wide Distends his op'ning jaws ; himself against Himself oppos'd, and with dread vengeance arm’d. The huntsman, now secure, with fatal aim Directs the pointed spear, by which transfix'd He dies, and with him dies the rival fhade.


To Winter.


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A WRINKLED, crabbed man, they picture thee,
Old Winter, with a ragged beard as gray
As the long moss upon the apple tree; i
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way,
Blue-lipp’d, an ice-drop at thy sharp blue nose,
Plodding along through fleet and drifting snows.
They should have drawn thee by the high-heap'd

Old Winter ! seated in thy great arm’d chair,
Watching the children at their Christmas mirch,
Or circled by them as their lips declare
Some merry jest, or tale of murder dire,
Or savage robbers roaming in the night,
Pausing at times to move the languid fire,
Or taste the old October, brown and bright.


WINTER! thou hoary venerable fire,
All richly in thy furry mantle clad,
What thoughts of mirth can feeble age inspire
To make thy careful, wrinkled brow fo glad !


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Now I see the reason plain,
Now I see thy jolly train;
Snowy-headed Winter leads,
Spring, and Summer, next succeeds ;
Yellow Autumn brings the rear-

Thou art father of the year.
While from the frosty mellow'd earth
Abounding Plenty takes her birth,
The conscious fire exulting fees
The seasons spread their rich increase.



.... WARM and buoyant, in his oily mail
Gambols, on seas of ice, th’unwieldy whale ;
Wide waving fins round floating illands urge
His bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;
With hideous yawn the flying shoals he seeks,
Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks ;
Lifts o’er the tossing wave his noftrils bare,
And spouts the wat'ry columns into air ;
The silvery arches catch the setting beams,
And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.

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Wish'd morning's come; and now upon the plains
And distant mountains, where they feed their

The happy shepherds leave their homely huts,
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born day;
The beasts, that under the warm hedges slept,
And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up,
And, looking towards the neighb'ring pastures,

Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good,

The checrful birds, too, on the tops of trees
Assemble all in choirs, and with their notes
Salute and welcome up the rising sun.


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The wise and active conquer difficulties
By daring to attempt them : sloth and folly.
Shiver and shrink at sight of toil and hazard, .
And make th' impoflibility they fear.


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