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7. For Hope with loveliest visions soothes my mind,
That even in Man, Life's wingèd power,
Shall on heaven-wandering feet,
Where round the fields of Truth
And o'er the ambrosial mead
There, Priest of Nature! dost thou shine,
He guides along its course
Or gazing, in the spring
I may not call thee mortal then, my soul!
With pious madness wise.
Know then thyself! expand thy wings divine !
among LONDON, 1802.
A PINDARIC ODE.
GOOSEBERRY-PIE is best.
What though the sunbeams of the West
Mature within the Turtle's breast
Give them their honors due ;
Behind his oxen slow
The patient Ploughman plods;
The rains descend, the grains they grow :
ye the vegetable ocean
It flows through Alder banks along
The stream that turns the Mill.
And you shall catch its gleam anon ; And hark, the loud and agonizing groan
That makes its anguish known, Where, tortured by the Tyrant Lord of Meal,
The Brook is broken on the Wheel !
Blow fair, blow fair, thou orient gale!
Ye Tempests of the sky!
The sugar Pie.
His darling planter brood.
5. First in the spring thy leaves were seen, Thou beauteous bush, so
Soon ceased thy blossoms’ little life of love.
No Dragon does there need for thee
Thou vegetable Porcupine ! -
O Jane! that I should dine ?
The flour, the sugar, and the fruit,
And they were well bestowed.
TO A BEE.
Thou wert out betimes, thou busy, busy Bee!
As abroad I took my early way,
2. Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy Bee!
After the fall of the Cistus flower,
I heard thee last, as I saw thee first;
Late and early at employ ;
What thy winter will never enjoy;
What is the end of thy toil:
Thy master comes for the spoil ;
TO A SPIDER.
1. SPIDER! thou need'st not run in fear about
To shun my curious eyes;