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As forth she went at early dawn,
She next the stately bull implored,
The Goat remarked her pulse was high,
The Sheep was feeble, and complained His sides a load of wool sustained : Said he was slow, confessed his fears, For hounds eat sheep as well as hares.
She now the trotting Calf addressed, To save from death a friend distressed. Shall I, says he, of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler passed you by ; How strong are those, how weak am I! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part. How snall we all lament! Adieu ! For, see, the hounds are just in viow!
WINTER SCENE IN COPENHAGEN,
And yet but lately have I seen, even here,
blade of grass, And every pointed thorn, seemed wrought in glass; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, While through the ice the crimson berries glow. The thick-sprung reeds, which watery marshes yield, Seemed polished lances in a hostile field. The stag, in limpid currents, with surprise Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise: The spreading oak, the beech, and towering pine Glazed over, in the freezing ether shine. The frighted birds the ng branches shun, Which wave and glitter in the distant sun.
VERSES ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND
LEARNING IN AMERICA.
Barren of every glorious theme,
Producing subjects worthy fame.
And virgin earth, such scenes ensue,
And fancied beauties by the true:
Where nature guides and virtue rules,
The pedantry of courts and schools:
The rise of empire and of arts,
The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
Such as she bred when fresh and young,
By future poets shall be sung.
The four first acts already past,
“The fifty-three years between 1727 and 1780, com. prehending the reign of George II., and a portion of that of George III., produced more men of letters, as well as more men of science, than any epoch of similar extent in the literary history of England. It was also a time during which greater progress was made in diffusing literature among the people at large, than had been made, perhaps, throughout all the ages that went before it. Yet while letters, and the cultivators of letters, were thus abundant, it must be allowed that, if we keep out of view the rise of the species of fiction called the novel (including the delineation of character, and not merely incidents), the age was not by any means marked by such striking features of originality or vigour as some of the preceding eras.
“For about a third of this period Pope lived, and his name continued to be the greatest in English poetry. The most distinguished of his contemporaries, however, adopted styles of their own, or at least departed widely from that of their illustrious master. Thomson (who survived Pope only four years) made no attempt to enter the school of polished satire and pungent wit. His enthusiastic descriptions of nature, and his warm poetical feeling, seemed to revive the spirit of the elder muse, and to assert the dignity of genuine inspiration. Young, in his best performances - his startling denunciations of death and judgment, his solemn appeals, his piety, and his epigram-was