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When highest Jove his sharp artillery forms,
opes his cloudy magazine of storms,
When some big torrent from a mountain's brow Bursts, pours, and thunders down the vale below; O'erwhelms the fields, lays waste the golden grain, And headlong sweeps the forests to the main ; Stunn'd at the din, the swain, with lift'ning ears, From some steep rock the founding ruin hears.
44 The Caged Lark. --The Beagle and Fawn,
THE CAGED LARK,
THE BEAGLE AND FAWN. THRO' the deep forest, o'er the vale and lawn, The well-breathed beagle drives the flying fawn, In vain he tries the covert of the brakes, Or deep beneath the trembling thicket shakes ; Gure of the vapour in the tainted dews, The certain hound his various maze pursues.
The Horfe.---The Sailor.
The wanton courser oft, with reins unbound, Breaks from his stall, and beats the trembling
ground: Pamper'd and proud, he seeks the wonted tides, And laves, in height of blood, his shining fides : His head, now freed, he tofles to the skies; His mane disheveld o'er his shoulders flies; He snuffs the females in the distant plain, And springs exulting to his fields again.
How gaily a sailor's life passes,
Who roams o'er the watery main ! No treasure he ever amafles,
But cheerfully spends all his gain.
The world is a beautiful garden
Enrich'd with the blessings of life, The toiler with plenty rewarding, Which plenty too often breeds ftrife.
The Midsummer Wish.
When terrible tempests affail us,
And mountainous billows affright, No grandeur or wealth can avail us,
But skilful industry steers right,
The various blessings of nature
In various countries we try;
Who merrily live till we die.
THE MIDSUMMER WISH,
Where tufted grass and moffy beds
Old oozy Thames, that flows fast bolly,
The War Horse.
His fertile banks with herbage green,
Let me thy clear, thy yielding wave
THE WAR HORSE.
The fiery courser, when he hears from far