« ForrigeFortsett »
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,
But though the birds were thus in haste,
Themselves were chill'd, their eggs were addled;
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree,
That spaniel found for me)
Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse display'd
His lilies newly blown;
And one I wish'd my own.
With cane extended far I sought
To steer it close to land; But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Escap'd my eager hand.
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
With fix'd consid'rate face,
To comprehend the case.
But with a cherup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
I SAW HIM WITH THAT LILY CROPPD
IMPATIENT SWIM TO MEET
LONDON,PUBLISHED IN 1.1810.BY JOUNSHAURPE, PICCADULLY.