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Enjoy'd the open air ;
Liv'd happy pris'ners there. tovo Fidt
And frolic where they list; los os byna Strangers to liberty, 'tis true, ollal ventuelt But that delight they never knew, veloten
And therefore never miss’d.tumiw But nature works in ev'ry breast, worist A With force not easily suppress'd; od sam
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A pass between his wires. lig envy obiW
The open windows seem'd t invite
But Tom was still confin'd;
To leave his friend behind.
6 You must not live alone"
Return'd him to his own.
Fandango, ball, and rout!
To liberty without.
THE NEEDLESS ALARM.
THERE is a field, through which I often pass, Thick overspread with moss and silky grass, Adjoining close to Kilwick's echoing wood, Where oft the bitch-fox hides her hapless brood, Resery'd to solace many a neighb’ring squire, That he may follow them through brake and brier, Contusion hazarding of neck, or spine, Which rural gentlemen call sport divine. A narrow brook, by rushy banks conceal’d, Runs in a bottom, and divides the field; Oaks intersperse it that had once a head, But now wear crests of oven-wood instead; And where the land slopes to its wat’ry bourn, Wide yawns a gulf beside a ragged thorn;
Bricks line the sides, but shiver'd long ago,
Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red, WT
The Sun, accomplishing his early march, ia asial His lamp now planted on Heav'n's topmast arch, When, exercise and air my only aim, sadol of And heedless whither, to that field I came, Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound out Told hill and dale that Reynard's track was found, Or, with the high-rais'd horn's melodious clang All Kilwick and all Dinglederry* rang.
Skeep graz’d the field; some with soft bosom press'd The herb as soft, while nibbling stray'd the rest; Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook, Struggling, detain’d in many a petty nook, All seem'd so peaceful, that, from them convey'd, To me their peace by kind contagion spread.
But when the huntsman, with distended cheek, O Gan make his instrument of music speak, on And from within the wood that crash was heard, Though not a hound from whom it burst appear'd, The sheep recumbent, and the sheep that graz’d, All huddling into phalanx, stood and gaz'da Admiring, terrified, the novel strain, Then cours’d the field around, and cours'd it round again; olada
on the la Two woods belonging to John Throckmorton, Esq.