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A process, that obtains
And iake me for your pains !
IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. None ever shared the social feast, Or as an inmate or a guest, Beneath the celebrated dome, Where once Sir Isaac had his home, Who saw not (and with some delight Perhaps he viewed the novel sight) How numerous, at the tables there, The sparrows beg their daily lare. For there, in every nook and cell, Where such a family may dwell, Sure as the vernal season comes Their nests they weave in hope of crumbs, Which kindly given, may serve with food Convenient their unfeathered brood; And oft as with its summons clear The warning bell salutes their ear, Sagacious listeners to the sound, They flock from all the fields around, To reach the hospitable hall, None more attentive to the call. Arrived, the pensionary band, Hopping and chirping, close at hand, Solicit what they soon receive, The sprinkled, plenteous donative. Thus is a multitude, though large, Supported at a trivial charge ; A single doit would overpay The expenditure of every day, And who can grudge so small a grace To suppliants, natives of the place ?
The youthful tabby lay,
Alike disposed to play.
And with protruded claws
Mere wantonness the cause.
At once, resentsul of the deed,
She shakes her to the ground With many a threat, that she shall bleed
With still a deeper wound.
It was a venial stroke :
Should bear a kitten's joke.
INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST.
And seldom another it can
In the well-sheltered dwellings of man, Who never can seem to intrude,
Though in all places equally free, Come ! ost as the season is rude,
Thou art sure to be welcome to me.
At sight of the first feeble ray,
That pierces the clouds of the east, To inveigle thee every day
My windows shall show thee a feast; For, taught by experience I know
Thee mindful of benefit long, And that, thankful for all I bestow,
Thou wilt pay me with many a song.
Bespeaks the renewal of spring,
Or where it shall please thee to sing : And shouldst thou, compelled by a frost,
Come again to my window or door, Doubt not an affectionate host,
Only pay, as thou payedst me before. Thus music must needs be confest
To flow from a fountain above; Else how should it work in the breast
Unchangeable friendship and love? And who on the globe can be found,
Save your generation and ours, That can be delighted by sound,
Or boasts any musical powers?
Essayed, and oft essayed to catch the strain,
The numbers, echoed note for note again.
A rival of his skill, indignant heard,
In loftier tones defied the simple bird.
With all the force, that passion gives, inspired,
Exhausted fell, and at his feet expired.
By thee, poor songstress, playfully begun !
And he may wish that he had never won!
ODE ON THE DEATH OF A LADY, WHO LIVED ONE HUNDRED YEARS, AND DIED ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1728.
ANCIENT dame, how wile and vast,
To a race like ours appears,
All thy multitude of years!
Frailer and of feebler powers;
Soon exhaust the sum of ours.
Perish even from the womb,
Nourished, but to feed the tomb.
Lurk in all that we enjoy;
Some, that suddenly destroy.
Common to the sons of men,
Dream, and dote, and drivel then?
Sorrow comes; and while we groan,
Talf our years are fled and gone.
If a few, (to few 'tis given,)
Lingering on this earthly stage, Creep and halt with steps uneven,
To the period of an age; Wherefore live they, but to see
Cunning, arrogance, and force, Sights lamented much by thee,
Holding their accustomed course? Oft was seen, in ages past,
All that we with wonder view; Often shall be to the last ;
Earth produces nothing new. Thee we gratulate ; content,
Should propitious Heaven design Life for us, as calmly spent,
Though but half the length of thine.
THE CAUSE WON. Two neighbours furiously dispute ; A field-the subject of the suit. Trivial the spot, yet such the rage With which the combatants engage, 'Twere hard to tell, who covets most The prize -at whatsoever cost. The pleadings swell. Words still suffice; No single word but has its price : No term but yields some fair pretence For novel and increased expense.
Defendant thus becomes a name, Which he, that bore it, may disclaim ; Since both, in one description blended, Are plaintiffs—when the suit is ended.
THE SILK-WORM. The beams of April, ere it goes, A worm, scarce visible, disclose ; All winter long content to dwell The tenant of his native shell. The same prolific season gives The sustenance by which he lives, The mulberry-leaf, a simple store, That serves him—till he needs no more ! For, his dimensions once complete, Thenceforth none ever sees him eat;
Though till his growing time be past, Scarce ever is he seen to fast. That hour arrived, his work begins ; He spins and weaves, and weaves and spins; Till circle upon circle wound Careless around him and around, Conceals him with a veil, though slight, Impervious to the keenest sight. Thus self-enclosed, as in a cask, At length he finishes his task : And, though a worm, when he was lost, Or caterpillar at the most, When next we see him, wings he wears, And in papilio-pomp appears; Becomes oviparous ; supplies With future worms and future flies, The next ensuing year ;—and dies ! Well were it for the world, is all Who creep about this earthly ball, Though shorter-lived than most he be, Were useful in their kind as he.
THE INNOCENT THIEF.
Or the spot that we till for our pleasure,
The bee, never-wearied, a treasure.
With a diligence truly exact;
Leaves evidence none of the fact.
And pilfers with so much address, That none of their odour they lose,
Nor charm by their beauty the less. Not thus inoffensively preys
The canker-worm, indwelling foe! His voracity not thus allays
The sparrow, the finch, or the crow. The worm, more expensively fed,
The pride of the garden devours; And birds peck the seed from the bed,
Still less to be spared than the flowers.
Her pillage so fits for her use,
Would labour the like to produce.