Well-latic'd-but the grate, alas! Not rough with wire of fteel or brafs, But smooth with wands from Ouse's fide, Night veil'd the pole. All feem'd secure A beast forth-fallied on the scout, For, aided both by ear and scent, Minute the horrors that enfued ; His teeth were ftrong, the cage was wood→→→ He left poor Bully's beak. 18 He left it but he should have ta'en That beak, whence issued many a ftrain Might have repaid him well, I wote, Maria weeps-The Mufes mourn— THE EN B COWPER. |