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THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
The nymph must lose her female friend
If more admired than she,—
If flowers can disagree?
Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appeared two lovely foes,
The Lily and the Rose.
The Rose soon reddened into rage,
And swelling with disdain,
To prove her right to reign.
The Lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flower,
The sceptre of her power.
This civil bickering and debate
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
Yours is, she said, the nobler hue,
And till a third surpasses you,
Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair,
They reign united there.
IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.
Quam raro pulchrae, pulchra placere potest!
Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira movent.
Hortus ubi dulces praebet tacitosque recessus,
Hie sibi regales Amaryllis Candida cultus,
Ira Rosam et meritis quaesita superbia tangunt,
Dura sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatum,
Altior emicat ilia, et celso vertice nutat,
322 THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usus
Nee Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixae,
Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri,
Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,
Et donee vincat quaedam formosior ambas,
His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham
Hanc penes imperium est, nihil optant amplius, hujus
THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE that all day long
"Did you admire my lamp,"quoth he,
Hence jarring sectaries may learn,
Respecting in each other's case
Those Christians best deserve the name,
ON A GOLDFINCH STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE.
Time was when I was free an air,
My drink the morning dew;
My strains for ever new.
But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And of a transient date,
Soon passed the wiry grate.
Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes,
And cure of every ill!
Had been your prisoner still.
THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE.
The pine-apples in triple row
Methinks, I said, in thee I find
The nymph between two chariot glasses,
She is the Pine Apple, and he
The silly unsuccessful Bee.
The maid who views with pensive air
The show-glass fraught with glittering ware,
Sees watches, bracelets, rings, and lockets,
But sighs at thought of empty pockets,
Like thine her appetite is keen,
But ah the cruel glass between!
Our dear delights are often such, Exposed to view but not to touch; The sight our foolish heart inflames, We long for pine-apples in frames; With hopeless wish one looks and lingers, One breaks the glass and cuts his fingers, But they whom truth and wisdom lead, Can gather honey from a weed.
BOOK II. ODE X.
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach,
Of adverse fortune's power;
Along the treacherous shore.
He that holds fast the golden mean,
The little and the great,
Imbittering all his state.
The tallest pines feels most the power
Comes heaviest to the ground;
And spread the ruin round.
The well-informed philosopher
And hopes in spite of pain;
And nature laughs again.
What if thine heaven be overcast,
Expect a brighter sky;
Awakes sometimes the muses too,
If hindrances obstruct thy way,
And let thy strength be seen;
Take half thy canvas in!
A REFLECTION ON THE FOREGOING ODE.
And is this all? Can reason do no more
Than bid me shun the deep and dread the shore?
Sweet moralist! afloat on life's rough sea
The Christian has an art unknown to thee;
He holds no parley with unmanly fears,
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And trusting in his God, surmounts them all.
WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION.
Oh happy shades! to me unblest,
How ill the scene that offers rest,
This glassy stream, that spreading pine,
Might soothe a soul less hurt than mine,
But fixt unalterable care
Foregoes not what she feels within,
And slights the season and the scene.
For all that pleased in wood or lawn,
While peace possessed these silent bowers,
Her animating smile withdrawn,
The saint or moralist should tread
They seek like me the secret shade,
Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste,
Alike admonish not to roam;
And those of sorrows yet to come.