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And, Spite, of Pride, in erring Reason's Spite,
One Truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.

The P E A COCK.

YOUNG

H

OW rich the Peacock ? what bright Glories run

From Plume to Plume, and vary in the Sun?
He proudly spreads them to the golden Ray,
Gives all his Colours, and adorns the Day:
With conscious State the spacious Round displays,
And howly moves amid the waving Blaze.

The W A R-HORSE. YOUNG.

S

URVEY the warlike Horse! didst thou invest

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No Sense of Fear his dauntless Soul allays ;
'Tis dreadful to behold his Noftril Blaze;
To paw the Vale he proudly takes Delight,
And triumphs in the Fulness of his Might;
High-rais' he snuffs the Battle from afar,
And burns to plunge amid the raging War;
And mocks at Death, and throws his Foam around,
And in a Storm of Fury shakes the Ground.
How does his firm, his rifing Heart advance,
Full on the brandish'd Sword, and shaken Lance;
While his fixt Eye-balls meet the dazzling Shield,
Gaze, and return the Lightning of the Field?
He finks the Senfe of Pain in gen'rous Pride,
Nor feels the Shaft that trembles in his Side.
But neighs to the thrill Trumpet's dreadful Blatt
"Till Death ; and when he groans, He groans his last.

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UT fiercer still the lordly Lion stalks,

Grimly majestic in his lonely Walks ; When round He glares, All living Creatures fly, He clears the Defart with his rolling Eye. Say, Mortal, does He rouse at thy Command, And roar to Thee, and live upon thy Hand ? Doit Thou for Him in Forests bend thy Bow, And to his gloomy Den the Morsel throw, Where bent on Death lie hid his tawny Brood, And couch'd in dreadful Ambush

pant for Blood

; Or stretch'd on broken Limbs, consume the Day In Darkness wrapt, and flumber o'er their Prey ? By the pale Moon They take their deftin'd Round, And lash their Sides, and furious tear the Ground. Now Shrieks and dying Groans the Desart fill; They rage, they rend, their rav'nous Jaws distil With crimson Foam ; and when the Banquet's o'er, They ftride away, and paint their Steps with Gore; In Flight alone the Shepherd puts his Trust, And shudders at the Talon in the Dust.

The LEVIATHAN.

YOUNG

O to the Nile, and from its fruitfal Side,

Caft forth thy Line into the swelling Tide, With Nender Hair Leviathan command, And stretch his Vaftness on the loaded Strand. Will he become thy Servant, will he own Thy Lordly Nod, and tremble at thy Frown? Or with his Sport amuse thy leisure Day, And, bound in Silk, with thy soft Maidens play?

Shall

Shall pompous Banquets swell with such a Prize, And the Bowl journey round his ample Size? Or the debating Merchants share the Prey, And various Limbs to various Marts

convey

? Thro' his firm Skull what Steel its Way can win? What forceful Engine can subdue his Skin? Fly far, and live; tempt not his matchless Might; The Bravest shrink to Cowards in his Sight; The Rafheit dare not rouse him up; who then Shall turn on Me, among the Sons of Men?

Am I a Debtor? haft Thou ever heard Whence come the Gifts which are on me conferr'd? My lavish Fruit a thousand Vallies fills, And mine the Herds that graze a thousand Hills; Earth, Sea, and Air, All Nature is my own, And Stars and Sun are Dust beneath my Throne. And darft Thou with the World's great Father vie, Thou, who dost tremble at thy Creature's Eye ?

At full my huge Leviathan shall rise, Boaft all his Strength, and spread his won’drous Size. Who, great in Arms, e'er stripp'd his shining Mail, Or crown'd his Triumph with a single Scale? Whose Heart suítains him to draw near? Behold, Destruction yawns ; his spacious Jaws unfold, And marshild round the wide Expanse, disclose Teeth edy'd with Death, and crowding Rows on

Rows? What hideous Fangs on either Side arise, And what a deep Abyis between the lies; Mete with thy Lance, and with thy Plummet found, The One how long, the Other how profound. C 3

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His Bulk is charg'd with such a furious Soul, That Clouds of Smoke from his fpread Nostrils roll, As from a Furnace ; and, when rous'd his Ire, Fate issues from his Jaws in Streams of Fire. The Rage of Tempefts, and the Roar of Seas, Thy Terror, this thy great Superior please ; Strength on his ample Shoulders fits in State, His well-join'd Limbs are dreadfully compleat ; His Flakes of folid Flesh are slow to part, As Steel his Nerves, as Adamant his Heart.

When late awak'd, He rears him from the Floods, And, stretching forth his Stature to the Clouds, Writhes in the Sun aloft his scaly Height, And strikes the distant Hills with transient Light; Far round are fatal Damps of Terror spread, The Mighty fear, nor blush to own their Dread.

Large is his Front, and when his burnish'd Eyes Lift their broad Lids, the Morning seems to rise.

In vain may Death in various Shapes invade,
The swift-wing'd Arrow, the descending Blade;
His naked Breaft their Impotence defies,
The Dart,' rebounds, the brittle Faulchion flies.
Shut in Himself, the War without he hears,
Safe in the Tempest of the rattling Spears;
The cumber'd Strand their wasted Vollies ftrow,
His Sport, the Rage and Labour of the Foe.

His Pastimes like a Caldron boil the Flood, And blacken Ocean with the rising Mud; The Billows feel him as he works his Way; His hoary Footsteps shine along the Sea ;

The

The Foam high-wrought, with White divides the

Green, And distant Sailors point where Death has been.

His Like Earth bears not on her spacious Face, Alone in Nature itands his dauntless Race, For atter Ignorance of Fear renown’d, In Wrath he rolis his baleful Eyes around, Makes every swoln, disdainful Heart fubside, And holds Dominion o'er the Sons of Pride.

The H E R M I T.

PARNEL.

F

AR in a Wild, unknown to public View,

From Youth to Age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The Moss his Bed, the Cave his humble Cell, His Food the Fruits, his Drink the chryftal Well; Remote from Man, with God he pass'd the Days, Pray’r all his Business, all his Pleasure Praise.

A Life fo facred, such serene Repose,
Seem'd Heav'n itself, 'till one Suggestion rose,
That Vice fhould triumph, Virtue Vice obey,
This sprung fome Doubt of Providence's Sway:

His Hopes no more a certain Prospect boast, And all the Tenour of his Soul is lost; So when a smooth Expanse receives imprest Calm Nature's Image on its wat'ry Breaft, Down bend the Banks, the Trees depending grow, And Skies beneath with answ'ring Colours glow; But if a Stone the gentle Sea divide, Swift rufiling Circles curl on ev'ry Side,

And

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