The Sweets of Contentment.

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 paffion unruffled, untainted with pride, By reafon my life let me fquare:

The wants of my nature are cheaply fupplied; And the reft is but folly and care.

The bleffings 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 poffeffions difplay,

Unenvied I'll challenge my part;

For ev'ry fair object my eyes can furvey
Contributes to gladden my heart.

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The Leopard and the Looking-Glass.

How vainly, through infinite trouble and ftrife,

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

Is what all, if they please, may enjoy!

THE LEOPARD AND THE LOOKING-GLASS.

FIERCE from his lair, forth fprings the fpeckled

pard,

Thirsting for blood, and eager to destroy.
The huntsman flies, but to his flight 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 glow;
Another pard his bristly whiskers curls,
Grins as he grins, fierce menacing, and wide
Diftends his op'ning jaws; himself against
Himfelf oppos'd, and with dread vengeance arm'd.
The huntfman, now fecure, with fatal aim
Directs the pointed spear, by which transfix'd
He dies, and with him dies the rival fhade.

SOMERVILLE.

To Winter.

TO WINTER.

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

Old Winter! feated in thy great arm'd chair,
Watching the children at their Christmas mirth,
Or circled by them as their lips declare
Some merry jeft, or tale of murder dire,
Or favage robbers roaming in the night,
Pauling at times to move the languid fire,
Or taste the old October, brown and bright.

ANTHOLOGY.

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 brów fo glad!

Now

Now I fee the reason plain,

Now I fee thy jolly train;
Snowy-headed Winter leads,

Spring, and Summer, next fucceeds;
Yellow Autumn brings the rear-
Thou art father of the year.
While from the frofty mellow'd earth
Abounding Plenty takes her birth,
The confcious fire exulting fees

The feafons fpread their rich increase.

ROWE,

THE WHALE.

WARM and buoyant, in his oily mail Gambols, on feas of ice, th' unwieldy whale; Wide waving fins round floating islands urge His bulk gigantic through the troubled surge; With hideous yawn the flying fhoals he feeks, Or clafps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks; Lifts o'er the toffing wave his noftrils bare, And spouts the wat❜ry columns into air; The filvery arches catch the fetting beams, And tranfient rainbows tremble o'er the ftreams.

DARWIN,

Morning.-Vigour of Mind.

MORNING.

WISH'D morning's come; and now upon the plains
And diftant mountains, where they feed their
flocks,

The happy fhepherds leave their homely huts,
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born day;
The beafts, that under the warm hedges flept,
And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up,
And, looking towards the neighb'ring paftures,
raise

Their voice, and hid their fellow brutes good

morrow:

The cheerful birds, too, on the tops of trees
Affemble all in choirs, and with their notes
Salute and welcome up the rising fun.

OTWAY,

VIGOUR OF MIND.

THE wife and active conquer difficulties
By daring to attempt them: floth and folly.
Shiver and shrink at fight of toil and hazard,
And make th' impoffibility they fear.

ROWE

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