38 The Lion and the Farns At first within the yard confin'd, He flies and hides from all mankind; Now bolder grown, with fixt amaze, And diftant awe, prefumes to gaze; And, though repuls'd, difdains retreat; GAY THE LION AND THE FAWNS. WHEN the grim lion ranging o'er the lawns Finds, on fome graffy lare, the couching fawns, Their bones he cracks, their reeking vitals draws, And grinds the quiv'ring flesh with bloody jaws. The The Deer and Savage Beafts. 39 The frighted hind beholds, and dares not stay, But fwift thro' ruftling thickets burfts her way; All drown'd in fweat, the panting mother flies, And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes. POPE'S HOMER. THE DEER AND SAVAGE BEASTS. WHEN the keen huntsman with a flying fpear From the blind thicket wounds a stately deer, Down his cleft fide while fresh the blood diftills, He bounds aloft, and fcuds from hills to hills; Till life's warm vapour iffuing thro' the wound, Wild mountain wolves the fainting beaft furround. Just as their jaws his proftrate limbs invade, The lion rushes thro' the woodland shade : The wolves, tho' hungry, fcour difpers'd away; The lordly favage vindicates his prey. 40 The Afs-Harveft. THE ASS. THE tardy afs, with heavy strength endued, POPE'S HOMER. HARVEST. THE ruffet field rofe high with waving grain; Here, ftretch'd in ranks the levell'd fwarths are found, Sheaves heap'd on fheaves here thicken up the ground. With fweeping ftroke the mowers ftrow the lands; The gath'rers follow, and collect in bands; And laft the children, in whofe arms are borne (Toe short to gripe them) the brown fheaves of - cora. The The Piedmontefe and his Marmot. The ruftic monarch of the field defcries With filent glee the heaps around him rise, 41 POPE'S HOMER, THE PIEDMONTESE AND HIS MARMOT. FROM my dear native moorlands, for many a day But the warbling of April awoke them again. E 3 Then Then I caught this poor fellow, and taught him to dance, And we liv'd by his tricks as we rambled thro France. But he droops and grows drowsy as onward we roam, And he and his master both pine for their home. Let your charity then haften back to his cot The poor Piedmontefe with his harmless marmot. ORIGINAL. MOONLIGHT. WHEN the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night, |