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Стр. 28 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 46 - The well-squeez'd client quits the dusty town, Grown grey in the asserting of his right, With head yfraught with law, and pockets light, Well pleas'd he wanders o'er the fallow lea, And views each rural objecl: with delight.
Стр. 37 - So may his favour'd eye explore the fource, To few reveal'd, whence human forrows charm : So may his numbers, with pathetic force, Bid Terror fhake us, or Companion warm, As different ftrains controul The movements of the foul ; Adjuft its paffions, harmonize its tone ; To feel for others...
Стр. 49 - Third from Whitenofe fprings Pegafus with eagle wings : Light o'er the plain, as dancing cork, With many a bound he beats the ground, While all the Turf with acclamation rings. He won Northampton, Lincoln, Oxford, York : He too Newmarket won. There Granta's Son P Seiz'd * The Author is either miftaken in this place, or has elfe indulged iiimfelf in a very unwarrantable poetical licence.
Стр. 76 - Oft I've implor'd the Gods in vain, And pray'd till I've been weary; For once I'll try my wish to gain Of Oberon, the fairy.
Стр. 38 - The balmy cowslip gilds the smiling plain, The virgin snow-drop boasts her silver hue, An hundred tints the gaudy daisy stain, And the meek violet, in amis blue, Creeps low to earth, and hides from public view...
Стр. 42 - ... the honest badge of toil display. See how they mould the haycock's rising head; While wanton Colin, full of amorous play, Down throweth Susan, who doth shriek for dread. Fear not thou canst be hurt upon so soft a bed. At length the sun doth hasten to repose, And all the vault of heaven is streak'd with light; In flamy gold the ruddy welkin glows, And for the noonday heat our pains doth quite *, For all is calm, serene, and passing bright. Favonius gentle skims along the grove, And sheds sweet...
Стр. 12 - The waking lover, raised by mighty spell, To pale the stars, till Hesper shine it back to hell. Ne witches rifle gibbets, by the moon (With horror winking, trembling all with fear), Of many a clinking chain, and canker'd bone : Nor imp in visionary shape appear, To blast the thriving verdure of the plain ; Ne let hobgoblin, ne the ponk, profane [brain.