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Or with the high-raised horn's melodious clang
Sheep grazed the field) some with soft bosom
But when the huntsman, with distended cheek, 'Gan make~ his instrument of music speak, And from within the wood that crash was heard, Though not a hound from whom it burst appeared, The sheep recumbent, and the sheep'that grazed;, All huddling into phalanx, stood and gazed, Admiring, terrified, the novel strain, Then coursed the field around, and coursed it.round But, recollecting with a sudden thought, [again; . The flight ia circles urged advanced them nought, They gathered close around the old pit's brink, And thought again—but knew not what to think.
The man to solitude accustomed long, Perceives in every thing that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees, Have speech for him, and understood with ease; After long drought, when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all: Knows what the freshness of their hue implies,
How glad they catch the largess of the skies;
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But, with precision nicer still, the mind •
He scans of every locomotive kind;
Birds of all feather, beasts of every name, . ..
That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame;
The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears
Have all articulation in his ears;
He spells them true by intuition's light,
And needs no glossary to set him right.
To win due credence to what follows next.
Thou hadst supposed them of superior race;
Their periwigs of wool, and fears combined,
Stamped on each countenance sucb marks of mind,
That sage they seemed, as lawyers o'er a doubt.
Friends! we have lived too long. I never heard
'Or heard we that tremendous bray alone,
Him answered then his loving mate and true, But more discreet than he, a Cambrian ewe.
How? leap into the pit our life to save? . To save our life leap all into the grave? For can we find it less? "Contemplate first The depth how awful! falling there, we burst: Or should the brambles, interposed, our fall Jn part abate, that happiness were small; For with a race like theirs no chance I see Of peace or ease to creatures cladas-we. Meantime, noise kills not.' Be it Dapple's bray, Or be it not, or be it whose it may, And rush those other sounds, that seem by tongues Of daemons uttered, from whatever lungs, Sounds are but sounds, asd till the cause appear We have at least commodious standing here. Come fiend, come fury, giant, monster, bfast From earth or hel]^. we can. but plunge. at last.
While thus she spake, I fainter heard the pea.is, . .For Reynard, close attended at his heels .By panting dog, tired man, and spattered horse, Thro' mere good fortune, took a different course. :Theilock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much wondered that the silly sheep had found -. • Such cause of terrorin an empty sound L
So sweet to huntsman, gentleman, aod hound.. J
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
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When the British' warrior queen,
Sage beneath the spreading oak
Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke . UKjl^jij.ti
Full-of rage, and full of grief. <h}^f!c'
111 Princess I if our aged eyes
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs^ 'Tis because resentment ties
All the terrors of our tongues.
In the blood that she has spilt;
Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Rome, for empire far renowned.
Tramples on a thousand states;
Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!
Other Romans shall arise,
Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms shall win the prize.
Harmony the path to fame.