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To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs;

To monarchs dignity, to judges fenfe,

To artists ingenuity and skill;

To me an unambitious mind, content.

In the low vale of life, that early felt

A wish for eafe and leifure, and ere long
Found here that leifure and that ease I wifh'd.

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ARGUMENT of the FIFTH BOOK.

A frosty morning.-The foddering of cattle.-The woodman and his dog.—The poultry.-Whimsical effects of froft at a waterfall.-The Empress of Ruffia's palace of ice.Amusements of monarchs.-War, one of them. -Wars, whence-And whence monarchy.-The evils of it.-English and French loyalty contrafted.-The Baftile, and a prifoner there.-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.-Modern patriotifm queftionable, and why.—The perishable nature of the best buman inftitutions.-Spiritual liberty not perishable.The flavish state of man by nature. - Deliver him, Deift, if you can.-Grace must do it.-The respective merits of patriots and martyrs ftated. Their different treatment.-Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free. His relifh of the works of God.-Addrefs to the Creator.

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BOOK V.

THE WINTER MORNING WALK,

'Tis morning; and the fun with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon: while the clouds

That crowd away before the driving wind,

More ardent as the difk emerges more,

Refemble most some city in a blaze,

Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ray

Slides ineffectual down the fnowy vale,

And tinging all with his own rofy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry fpiry blade
Stretches a length of fhadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In fpite of gravity, and fage remark

That I myself am but a fleeting fhade,

Provokes me to a finile. With eye askance

I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean fhank. The fhapeless pair,
As they defign'd to mock me, at my fide
Take step for step; and as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall,
Prepoft'rous fight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarfer grafs upfpearing o'er the rest,
Of late unfightly and unfeen, now fhine
Confpicuous, and in bright apparel clad,
And fledg'd with icy feathers, nod fuperb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and feem half petrify'd to fleep
In unrecumbent fadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder, not like hung'ring man
Fretful if unfupply'd, but filent, meek,

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