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By treach'ry prompts the noify hound
To fcent his footsteps on the ground?
Thou trait'refs vile! for this thy blood
Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood!
So faying, on the lamb he flies,
Beneath his jaws the victim dies.

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THE STORY OF LAVINIA.

By Mr. THOMSON.

OON as the morning trembles o'er the sky,

SOON

And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the fpreading day;

Before the ripened field the reapers ftand,

In fair array; each by the lafs he loves,

To bear the rougher part, and mitigate
By nameless gentle offices her toil.

At once they stoop, and fwell the lufty fheaves;
While thro' their chearful band the rural talk,
The rural fcandal, and the rural jest,

Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time,
And steal unfelt the fultry hours away.

Behind the mafter walks, builds up the shocks;
And confcious, glancing oft on every fide
His fated eye, feels his heart heave with joy.
The gleaners spread around, and here and there,
Spike after spike, their feanty harvest pick,
Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling
From the full fheaf, with charitable ftealth,
The liberal handful. Think, oh grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields;
While these unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,

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No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love so true;

"The figh that rends thy conftant heart, "Shall break thy Edwin's too."

FABLES

FABLES. By Mr. Moore.

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The NIGHTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.

HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose

The lilly, and the blushing rofe,

From public view her charms will screen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen ;

This fimple truth fhall keep her wife,

"The fairest fruits attract the flies."

One night a glow-worm, proud and vain, Contemplating her glitt'ring train,

Cry'd, fure there never was in nature

So elegant, fo fine a creature.

All other infects, that I see,

The frugal ant, induftrious bee,

Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ;
With all that low, mechanic crew,
Who fervilely their lives employ
In business, enemy to joy.

Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn,
For grandeur only I was born,
Or fure am fprung from race divine,
And plac'd on earth, to live and shine.
Thofe lights, that sparkle fo on high,
Are but the glow-worms of the sky,

And

And kings on earth their gems admire,
Because they imitate my fire.

She spoke. Attentive on a spray,
A Nightingale forbore his lay;
He faw the fhining morfel near,
And flew, directed by the glare ;

A while he gaz'd with sober look,
And thus the trembling prey bespoke :
Deluded fool, with pride elate,
Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate:
Lefs dazzling, long thou might'ft have lain
Unheeded on the velvet plain :

Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

HYMEN and DEATH.

IXTEEN, dy'e fay? nay then 'tis time,

SIXTE

Another year deftroys your prime.

But ftay-the fettlement ! "That's made."

Why then's my fimple girl afraid ?

Yet hold a moment, if you can,

And heedfully the fable scan.

The shades were fled, the morning blush'd,

The winds were in their caverns hush'd
When Hymen, penfive and fedate,
Held o'er the fields his mufing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood shade,
Death's meagre form the god furvey'd ;

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