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The Lion and the Fawns.
At first within the yard confin’d,
THE LION AND TỈE FAWNS.
When the grim lion ranging o'er the lawns
The Deer and Savage Beasts.
The frighted hind beholds, and dares not stay, But swift thro' rustling thickets bursts her way ; All drown'd in sweat, the panting mother flies, And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes.
THE DEER AND SAVAGE BEASTS.
When the keen huntsman with a flying spear From the blind thicket wounds a stately deer, Down his cleft side while fresh the blood distills, He bounds aloft, and scuds from hills to hills; Till life's warm vapour issuing thro' the wound, Wild mountain wolves the fainting beast sur
round. Just as their jaws his proftrate limbs invade, The lion rushes thro' the woodland shade : The wolves, tho' hungry, fcour difpers'd away; The lordly favage vindicates his prey.
The Ass. Harvet.
THE tardy afs, with heavy strength endued,
The rufset field rose high with waving graio ;
found, Sheaves heap'd on fheaves here thicken up the
ground. With sweeping stroke the mowers ftrow the lands; The gath'rers follow, and colledt in bands; And last the children, in whose arms are borne (Too short to gripe them) the brown fheaves of corn.
The Piedmontese and his Marmot.
The rustic monarch of the field descries
THE PIEDMONTESE AND HIS MARMOT.
From my dear native moorlands, for many a day
was past; But the warbling of April awoke them again To crop the young plants, and to frisk on the plain.
Then I caught this poor fellow, and taught him
to dance, And we liv'd by his tricks as we rambled thro'
France. But he droops and grows drowsy as onward we
roam, And he and his master both pine for their home. Let your charity then hasten back to his cot The poor Piedinontese with his harmless marmot.
When the fair moon, refulgent lamp of night,