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Parted without the least regret,
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
And high in pedigree, (Two nymphs' adorn'd with every grace
That spaniel found for me,)
Now starting into sight,
With scarce a slower flight.
His lilies newly blown;
Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
With cane extended far I sought
To steer it close to land;
Escaped my eager hand..
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
With fix'd considerate face,
To comprehend the case.
But with a cherup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
My ramble ended, I return’d;
Beau, trotting far before,
And plunging left the shore.
Impatient swim to meet
The treasure at my feet.
Shall hear of this thy deed : My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's superior breed;
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all.
TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT,
ON WHICH I DINED THIS DAY, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1784. Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawn’d, Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste ? Roar as they might, the overbearing winds . That rock'd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safeAnd in thy minikin and embryo state, Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed, Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd The joints of many a stout and gallant bark, And whelm’d them in the unexplored abyss. Indebted to no magnet and no chart, Nor under guidance of the polar fire, Thou wasi a voyager on many coasts, Grazing at large in meadows submarine, Where flat Batavia just emerging peeps Above the brine,—where Caledonia's rocks Beat back the surge,-and where Hibernia shoots Her wondrous causeway far into the main. - Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thought'st, And I not more, that I should feed on thee. Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft As it descends into the billowy gulf, To the same drag that caught thee !-Fare thee well! Thy lot thy brethren of the slimy fin Would envy, could they know that thou wast doomd To feed a bard, and to be praised in verse.
ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH.
This cap, that so stately appears,
With ribbon-bound tassel on high, Which seems by the crest that it rears
Ambitious of brushing the sky; This cap to my Cousin I owe,
She gave it, and gave me beside, Wreath'd into an elegant bow,
The ribbon with which it is tied.
This wheel-footed studying chair, · Contrived both for toil and repose, Wide-elbow'd, and wadded with hair,
In which I both scribble and doze, Bright-studded to dazzle the eyes,
And rival in lustre of that
Fair Cassiopeïa sat:
Caledonia's traffic and pride,
Escaped from a cross-country ride! This table and mirror within,
Secure from collision and dust, At which I oft shave cheek and chin,
And periwig nicely adjust :
This moveable structure of shelves,
For its beauty admired and its use, And charged with octavos and twelves,
The gayest I had to produce ; Where, flaming in scarlet and gold,
My poems enchanted I view, And hope, in due time, to behold
My Iliad and Odyssey too:
This china, that decks the alcove,
Which here people call a buffet, But what the gods call it above,
Has ne'er been reveald to us yet: These curtains, that keep the room warm
Or cool as the season demands, Those stoves that for pattern and form
Seem the labour of Mulciber's hands :
All these are not half that I owe
To One, from our earliest youth To me ever ready to show
Benignity, friendship, and truth ; For time, the destroyer declared
And foe of our perishing kind, If even her face he has spared,
Much less could he alter her mind.
Thus compass'd about with the goods
And chattels of leisure and ease, I indulge my poetical moods
In many such fancies as these ;