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Come, fiend, come, fury, giant, monster, blast
While thus the spake, I fainter heard the peals, For Reynard, clofe attended at his heels,
By panting dog, tir'd man, and fpatter'd horse,
Beware of defp'rate steps. The darkest day (Live till to-morrow) will have pafs'd away.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
THE noon was fhady, and foft airs
Swept Oufe's filent tide,
When, fcap'd from literary cares,
I wander'd on his fide.
My fpaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree,
(Two nymphs*, adorn'd with ev'ry grace, That fpaniel found for me)
Now wanton'd loft in flags and reeds,
Now ftarting into fight
Purfued the fwallow o'er the meads
It was the time when Ouse display'd
His lilies newly blown;
Their beauties I intent furvey'd,
And one I wish'd my own.
*Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
With cane extended far I fought
To fteer it close to land;
But ftill the prize, though nearly caught, Efcap'd my eager hand,
Beau mark'd my unfuccefsful pains
But with a chirrup clear and ftrong,
I thence withdrew, and follow'd long
My ramble finish'd, I return'd.
The floating wreath again difcern'd,
I faw him with that lily cropp'd
My quick approach, and foon he dropp'd
Charm'd with the fight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed,
My dog fhall mortify the pride
But, chief, myfelf I will enjoin,
To fhow a love as prompt as thine
ON THE RECEIPT OF
MY MOTHER'S PICTURE
OUT OF NORFOLK.
THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANN BODHAM.
OH that thofe lips had language! Life has pafs'd
Oh welcome guest, though unexpected, here!
I will obey, not willingly alone,
But gladly, as the precept were her own;