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Page A Fable
181 A Comparison
185 Another, addressed to a young Lady
184 The Poet's New Year's Gift
185 Ode to Apollo
186 Pairing Time anticipated. A Fable
187 The Dog and the Water-Lily
189 The Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant 191 The Shrubbery
193 The Winter Nosegay
194 Mutual Forbearance pecessary to the Happi. ness of the Married State
195 The Negro's Complaint
197 Pity for Poor Africans
199 The Morning Dream
201 The Nightingale and Glow-worm
203 On a Goldfinch starved to Death in his Cage 205 The Pineapple and the Bee
206 Horace, Book II. Ode 10.
208 A Reflection on the foregoing Ode
210 The Lily and the Rose
211 Idem Latine Redditum
213 The Poplar Field
215 Idem Latine Redditum
217 Translations from Vincent Bourne. Cicindela
218 The Glow-worm
221 The Jackdaw
222 Ad Grillum. Anacreonticum
224 The Cricket
296 Simile agit in Simile
228 The Parrot
229 Translation of Prior's Chloe and Euphelia 231 The History of John Gilpin
232 Epistle to an afflicted Protestant Lady in France 240 To the Rev. W.C. Unwin
The same for 1789
Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
Hor. Lib. i. Epist. 13.
A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds, that men admire as half-divine, Stark naught, becanse corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war: And never meant the rule should be applied To bim that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, Io honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such med, man owes His portion in the good that Heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them, at their country's side; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, Unworthy of the blessings of the brave, Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
But let eternal infamy pursue
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man ;
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,