With what vermin else infest Thou hast all thine heart's desire. Though in voice and shape they be Sing then-and extend thy span Wretched man, whose years are spent In repining discontent, Lives not, aged though he be, Half a span, compar'd with thee. THE PARROT IN painted plumes superbly drest, Poll gains at length the British shore, Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd But 'tis her own important charge Sweet Poll! his doating mistress cries, Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies, And calls aloud for sack. She next instructs him in the kiss; "Tis now a little one, like Miss, And now a hearty smack. At first he aims at what he hears; 16 24 32 6 12 18 But soon articulates aloud, Much to th' amusement of the crowd, 24 And stuns the neighbours round. A querulous old woman's voice And now he sings, and now is sick Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with such a well match'd pair, Sustain'd with so much grace and art, When children first begin to spell, We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties soon abate, When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers. 42 ON THE PICTURE OF A SLEEPING CHILD SWEET babe, whose image here express'd Does thy peaceful slumbers show; Guilt or fear, to break thy rest, Never did thy spirit know. Soothing slumbers, soft repose, Harmless infant, lull thee still! THE THRACIAN THRACIAN parents, at his birth, Mourn their babe with many a tear, But with undissembled mirth Place him breathless on his bier. Greece and Rome, with equal scorn But the cause of this concern And this pleasure, would they trace, Even they might somewhat learn From the savages of Thrace. 8 8 RECIPROCAL KINDNESS THE PRIMARY ANDROCLES from his injur'd lord, in dread 10 Tir'd with his toilsome flight, and parch'd with heat, 20 30 But why, ye Romans? Whence your mute amaze? A MANUAL MORE ANCIENT THAN THE ART OF PRINTING AND NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY CATALOGUE THERE is a book, which we may call (Its excellence is such) Alone a library, tho' small; The ladies thumb it much.. 15 flood Hayley (1803). Words none, things num'rous it contains: Who needs be told, that has his brains, 8 Ofttimes its leaves of scarlet hue A golden edging boast; And open'd, it displays to view Nor name, nor title, stamp'd behind, But all within 'tis richly lin'd, A magazine of art. 16 The whitest hands that secret hoard Preserve it in their bosoms stor'd, Oft visit; and the fair As with a miser's care. Thence implements of ev'ry size, (They need but to consult their eyes) The largest and the longest kind A sort most needed by the blind, Or nearly such from age. The full-charg'd leaf, which next ensues, 24 The smaller sort, which matrons use, 32 The third, the fourth, the fifth supply Oh! what a fund of genius, pent This volume's method and intent It leaves no reader at a loss Or pos'd, whoever reads; No commentator's tedious gloss, Nor even index needs. 48 Search Bodley's many thousands o'er! No!--Rival none in either host Or that contents could justly boast, AN ENIGMA A NEEDLE small, as small can be, Nor is my purchase dear; As days are in the year. Yet though but little use we boast, The labour is not light, Nor few artificers it asks, All skilful in their sev'ral tasks, One fuses metal o'er the fire, A second draws it into wire, The shears another plies, Who clips in lengths the brazen thread Gives all an equal size. A fifth prepares, exact and round, The knob, with which it must be crown'd; His follower makes it fast, 56 6 12 18 And with his mallet and his file To shape the point, employs awhile 24 Now therefore, Edipus! declare What creature, wonderful and rare, Its purpose with so much ado, At last produces!--Tell me true, 30 |