No More Learning

187
The steed impatient spurns the ground:
The full-ton'd horns harmonious sound.
128
I neither wealth nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view.
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And will you then this wealth conceal,
For age to rust, or time to steal ?
130
Her ways observant eyes confess:
Her steps pursuing praises bless.
131
The tim'rous breed the robber knew,
And, trembling, o'er the meadow flew,.
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Their nimblest speed the wolf o'ertook,
And courteous thus the dam bespoke.
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The fragrant airs and genial hours
Were shedding round him dews and flow'rs:
Before his wheels Aurora pass'd ;
And Hesper's'golden lamp was last.
133
By thee, their board with flow'rs is crown'd;
By thee, with songs their walks resound;
By thee, their sprightly mornings shine,
And ev'ning hours in peace decline.
Iambic Verses of eight syllables, with a mixture of
different feet. .
134
Repose, sweet babe! thy crying cease :
For thine's an age of truth and peace.
135
This fact, without another word,
A useful lesson might afford.
136
To one dear ooject ever bound,
For that I ever search around.
137
Where'er she passes, thousands bend;
And thousands, where she moves, attend.
138
The flow'rs, in early bloom disclos'd,
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upon her fragrant breast repos'd.
139
A mother may her son forsake:
But I my cov'nant ne'er will break.
140
One evning, as a simple swain
His flock attended on the plain,
The shining bow he chanc'd to spy,
Which warns us, when a show'r is nigh.
141
If Winter bellow from the north,
Soon the sweet Spring comes dancing forth.
142
Disputes, though short, are far too long,
When both alike are in the wrong.
143
Shut not your hearts, ye rich and great,
Against the wandVer at your gate.
144
Still must i of thy pow'r complain,
and thy too partial hand arraign ?
143
But must the gentle and the kind
Thy fury, undistinguish'd, find ?
146 .
Yet cruel i am call'd, and base,
Who seek the wretched to release.
147
The fox, in deeper cunning vers'd,
The beau^es of her mind rehears'd.
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148
Now striking low, now mounting high,
" We're lost! we're lost 1" the sailors cry.
149
Who mirth and viisd6m would combine,
Should to three cups his stint confine.
150
While here my stay I thus prolong,
The silent night steals swlj't along.
151
Now hunger, thirst, and toil combin'd,
To numb her limbs, and wring her mind.
152
Matur'd to hap-l-pier days, \ he may
With ti-\-lial love | your care repay.
153
The cares are past, that fill thy tale:
My present troubles / bewail.
154
But ah ! what dim and dismal shade
Casts this strunge horror o'er the glade ?
155
But now no more the rugged North
Pours half her population forth.
156
Through the thick mist of doubts and fears,
How hideous Death's fairjorm appears!
157
Come, lovely Health ! divinest maid !
And lead me through the rural shade.
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158
'Tis he, who still his promise keeps,
Though wrapp'd in Death's cold arms he sleeps.
159
Howe'er exalted or depress'd,
Be ever mine the feeling breast.
160
Alike, the foolisA and the vain
Are strangers to the sense humane.
161
Iafe,fiU'd with grief's distressful train,
For ever asks the tear humane.
162
Oh ! woman! love-|Wiest work | of heav'n !
For man's delight and solace giv'n.
163
Soft rising, now the eastern breeze
Plays rustling through the quiv'ring trees.
164
all nature's sysfem if you scan,
The only idle thing is man.
165
Discourse like this attention claim'd :
Grandeur the mother's breast inflam'd.
166
So saying, on the lamb he flies.
Beneath his jaws the victim dies.
167
Now dead appears each well-known scene,
The glassy brook, the meadow green.
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168
Humility they soon shall learn,
and their own emptiness discern.
169
" Past twelve o' clock," the watchman cried
His brief the studious lawyer plied.
370
The wretch with thrilling horror shook ; '
Loose ev'ry joint, and pale his look.
171
To wiser heads attention lend,
And learn this lesson from a friend.
172
Still with the Muse my bosom share,
And sooth to peace corxoding care.
173
So shall he right from wrong discern,
And mercy from oppression learn.
174
Be thou, kind heav'n, the vessel's guide :
For her, the whelming waves divide.
175
Ho ebbing tide thy kindness knows :
Like some perpe-|-raa/ stream, | it flows.
176
Sweet, modest flow'r! *tis thine to dwell,
Secluded, in the thorny dell.
177
Carus, with pain and sickness worn,
Chides the slow night, and sighs for morn.
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178
In bolder notes my song I raise,
The deeds of Hercules to praise.
179
When H\tars4o his name were dress'd,
That he was man, his tears confess'd.
180
Wilh indignation I survey
Such skill and judgement thrown away.
181
The Heliconian fount sublime
Flows inarrtVowsly well in rhime.
182
Your follies, if you can, suspend,
And learn instrucJ/owfrom a friend.
183
A happiness we toil to find,
Which still avoids us, like the wind.
184
His light those mists and clouds dissolv'd,
Which our dark tiation long involv'd.
185
A poor astrologer, they say,
Went out to walk, one luckless day.
186
While such pursuits your thoughts engage,
in d few years you'll live an age.
187
And time, which all things else removes,
Still heightens virtue, and improves.
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188
lie who, at fifty, ts a fool,
Is far too stubborn grown for school.
189
la foreign spoils let others shine:
Intrinsic excellence is thine.
190
A smiling landscape i descried,
Dress'd in the rohes of summer pride.
191
oh! take me to some peaceful dell,
With thee and sweet content to dwell.
192
Already now had night and day
Held o'er the world an equal sway.
193
TremenaoMS ts thy deep abode,
And dire the fury of thy flood.
194
And now, immorta/ at thy side,
Still blooms the beau-\-teous cop-j-tur'd bride
195
The surgy din still louder grows;
The gale with wilder fury blows.
196
Me ample pow'r and wealth attend ;
And o'er the plains my realms extend.
197
Alas ! poor Zimmermann! thy page
Betrays thy mdol&ice and age.
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198
Tird and disabled in the race,
1 quit ambition's fruitless chase.
199
Aloft tVie British banner flies
In folds triumphant to the skies.
200
The hes-l-biun lute | no more can char
Nor rny once-panting bosom warm.
201
Not that with me those prizes shine ;
For neither fame nor wealth is mine.
202
Of heav'n, ask virtue, wisdom, health;
But nerer let thy pray'r be wealth.
203
Still there remains one labor more,
Perhaps a greater than before.
204
Fear, like a fog, precludes the light,
And swells the object to the sight.
205
From side to side Hono-l-nfo turns, |
And now with thirst insa-l-fiafe burns.
206
From hell this frightful monster came
SIn was his sire, and Guilt his name.
207
Let virtue ever be my guide,
And o'er my secret thoughts preside.
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208
Soft roll the lucid waves along,
And gently break, the rocks among;
In playful lapse the strand explore,
And waft a pallid corse to shore.
209
Why do you roam to foreign climes,
To study nations, modes, and times--
A science often dearly bought,
And often what avails you nought ?
210
If Heav'n, in ev'ry purpose wise,
The envied lot of wealth denies,
To thee, Humanity, still true,
I'll wish the good 1 cannot do.
211
Our pleasures shortly must decay,
And vanish with ourselves away;
But virtue shall the soul sustain,
And sooth each agonising pain.
212
See next advance terrific Mars,
Who jo}'s in uproar, ruin, wars. --
Fear, Fury, Flight, beside him stand,
Prompt to fulfill his dread command.
213
In plenty thus the summer pass'd;
Revolving winter came at last.
The trees no more a shelter yield :
The verdure withers from the field.
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214
Plain Innocence, in white array'd,
Before thee lifts her fearless head :
Religion's beams around thee shine,
And cheer thy glooms with light divine.
215
Sweet are the flow'rs, that deck the field :
Sweet is the smell, the blossoms yield :
Swett is the summer gale, that blows ;
And sweet, though sweeter you, the rose.
216
When Zephyrs o'er the blossom stray,
And sweets along the air convey,
Sha'n't t the fragrant breeze inhale,
Because you breathe a sweeter gale i
217
awe struck, the much-admiring crowd
Before the virgin vision bow'd ;
Gaz'd with an ever new delight,
And caught fresh virtue at the sight.
218
A gulf, black, fearful, and profound,
Appears, of either world the hound,
Through darkness, leading up to light.
Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the sig
219
Fate steals along with silent tread,
Found oft'nest in what least we dread,
Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
Bid in the sunshine strike* the blow.
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220
Now all external things combine
To make thy days unclouded shine;
And Providence has kindly shed
Its choicest blessings, on thy head.
221
His fav'rite spaniel near him stood,
and with his master shar'd his food,
'Till, sated, now supine he lay,
And snor'd the rising fumes away.
222
The noblest minds their virtue prove
By pity, sympathy, and love.
These, these are feelings truly fine,
And prove their owner half divine.
223
once more I reach my native plain,
Where all the peaceful pleasures reign :
once more my longing eye devours
Her crystal stream, and shady bow'rs.
224
Restive by long indulgence grown,
No will she minded hid her own.
At trifles oft she'd scold and fret,
Then in a corner take a seat,
And, sourly moping all the day,
Disdain alike to work or play.
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That life's a game, divines confess ;
This says, at cards, and that, at disss.
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But, if our views we centre here,
Tis all a losing game, I fear.
226
loo long the fu-\-rwus god | of war
Has crush'd us with his iron car,
Has rag'd along our ruin'd plains,
Has soil'd them with his cruel stains,
Has sunk our youth in endless sleep,
And made the widow'd virgin weep.
227. --Virtue.
Indeed, unwelcome truths I tell:
But mark my sacred lesson well:
With me whoever lives at strife,
Loses his better friend for life :
With me who lives in friendship's ties,
Finds all that's sought for by the wise.
228
With watchful diligence, I keep
From prowling wolves his fleecy sheep ;
At home his midnight hours secure,
And drive the robber from his door.
For this, his breast with kindness glows :
For this, his hand the food bestows.
229
To Britain's isle a long farewell,
Where plenty smiles, and pleasures dwell!
Farewell, ye woods all saving wide,
Ye Yales attir'd in summer's pride,
Ye tow'rs, that proudly rise in air,
Ye cots, so cleanly and so fair 1
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230
But, if thou com'st with frown austere,
To nurse the hrood of care and fear, . . . .
. Wisdom, thine empire i disclaim,
Thou empty boast of pompous name !
In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell;
But never haunt my cheerful cell.
231
Let me, from wealth, but hope content,
Rememb'ring still it was but lent;
To modest merit spread my store,
Unbar my hos/wrable door,
Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train,
While want, unpitied, sues in vain.
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A prowling cat the sparrow spies,
And wide expands her amber eyes.
Near and more near Grimalkin draws ;
She wags her tail, protends her claws ;
Then springing on her thoughtless prey,
She bears the shrieking bird away.
233
My rooms no costly paintings grace;
The humbler print supplies their place.
Behind the house my garden lies,
And opens to the southern skies.
The distant hills gay prospects yield,
And plenty smiles in ev'ry field.
234
Would'st thou the gen'rous lion bind ?
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By kindness bribe him to be kind.
With multip/ying hand he gives
The good from others he receives,
or, for the bad, makes fair return,
And pays, with int. 'rest, scorn for scorn.
235
The love, that cheers life's Idlest stage,
Proof again st sickness and old age,
Is gentle, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate or blind,
and will with sympathy endure
Those evils it would gladly cure.
236
The prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
The \\ly and the blushing rose,
From public view her charms will screen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen.
237
With toil and heaviness oppress'd,
Seek not the flow'ry bank for rest,
Though there the bow'ring woodbine spread
Its fragrant shelter o'er thy head,
Though Zephyr there should linger long,
To hear the sky-lark's tuneful song.
There, heedless youth, shdlt thou awake
The vengeance o/'the coiling snake.
238. --To Zimmermann, on Solitude.
Cease,fond enthu-l-siast, to | obtrude
On man the love of solitude:
Cease, cease, with colors gay and faint,
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That sickly nymph's retreat to paint.
Her silent shades and slothful ease
The impotent and old may please;
Hut the firm muscle and brisk eye
At distance from her haunts shall fly.
239
As now the maid in stature grew,
(A Sov/'tjust op'ning to the view)
oft through her native lawns she stray'd,
And wresi/2/jo. with the lambkins play'd.
Her looks diffusive sweets bequeath'd :
The breeze grew purer as she breath'd :
The morn her rosy blush assum'd :
The spring ,with em-\-lieryra-l-grance bloom'd;
And Nature yearly took delight,
Like her, to dress the world in white.
240
The shades were fled ; the morning blush'd;
The winds were in their caverns hush'd;
When Hymen, pensice and sedate,
Held, o'er the fields, his musing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood shade,
Death's meagre form the god survey'd,
Who quick/y, with gigantic stride,
Outwent his pace, and join'd his side.
The chat on va-l-rtowj sii6-|-je<. ts ran,
Till angry Hymen thus began.
241. --To a Redbreast.
From snowy plains and icy sprays,
From moonless nights and sunless days,
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Thrice welcome, helpless, panting guest!
Fondly I'll warm thee in my breast. . . . .
Thou need'st not dread a captive's doom.
No! freely flutter round my room. . ,.
No longer, at my louely meal,
While thou art by, alone I'll feel:
For soon, devoid of all distrust,
Thou'lt, nibbling, share my humble crust. .
Thus, heedless of the raving blast,
Thou'lt dwell with me, till winter's past.
242
Friend! o'er this sepulcre forbear
The plaintive sigh, the \n-\. tying tear. \
No just pretence my death supplies
To heave thy breast, or dim thine eyes.
With children's children grac'a, one wife
Watk'd with me down the vale of life.
Three blooming youths my joyous hands
Entwiu'd in Hymen's blissful bands
No streams of grief through life I shed
O'er child or grandchild, sick or dead.
By them, to my departed shade
The teiir was pour'd, the rite was paid ;
Thus convoy d to eternal rest,
In life, in death, supremely blest.
243 ,
The pine-wpp/es, in triple row,
Were baskinghot, and all in blow.
A bee, of moit discerning taste,
Perceiv'd the fragrance, as he pass'd.
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On eager wing the spoiler came,
And search'd for crannies in the frame,
urg'd his attempt on ev'ry side,
To ev'ry pane his trunk applied,
But still in vain : the frame was tight,
And only per-\-vious to | the light.
Thus having wasted half the day,
He trimm'd his flight another way.
MethinUs, said I, in thee I find
The sin and madwess of mankind.
To joys forbidden man aspires,
Consumes his soul with vain desires;
Folly the spring oj his pursuit,
And disappointment all the fruit. . . . . .
Our dear delights are often such,
Expos'd 10 view, but not to touch.
The sight our foolish heart inflames:
We long for pine-apples in frames.
244
Thus says the piophet o/ the Turk,
" Good musselman, abstHin from pork.
There is a part in ev'ry swine,
No jriend or follower of mine
May taste, whate'er his inclination,
On pain of excommunication. "
Such Mahomet's mysterious charge ;
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the sinful part express'd,
They might with safety eat the rest:
But, for one piece, they thought it hard
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From the whole hog to be debarr'd,
Aud set their w it at work, to find
What joint the prophet had in mind.
Much controversy straight arose :
These chose the back, the belly those.
By some 'tis confidently said,
He meant not to forbid the head;
While others at that doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.
You laugh ! 'tis well. --The tale, applied,
May make you laugh on t'other side.
" Renounce the world," the preacher cries.
" We do," a multitude replies;
While one, as innocent, regards
A snug and friendly game at cards,
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play;
Some love a concerr or a race,
And others shoottwg, or the chase.
Revil'd and lov'd, renoune'd and follow'd,
Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd.
245
Iq youth's soft prime, my course is sped ;
Yet ma-l-ny aflow'r | my path has spread.
246
If foes presump-|-fMOMs dare | invade, ,
To us our country cries for aid :
To us their hands our children spread;
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We guard from wrong the nuptial bed.
From us, the joys of home who feel,
Like lightning falls the vengeful steel.
Iambic Verses of ten syllables.
247
In Thracian wilds as Orpheus tunes his song,
The raptur'd beasts in crowds around him throng.
248
A sable gloom the mountain seems to throw,
Imbrowns the steep, and shades the glen below.
249
How long shall man creation's boons survey,
And madly throw its richest pearls away ?
250
The freshening breezes sweep the clouds away,
That hid awhile the golden orb of day.
251
At ev'ry turn she made a little stand,
And thrust among the thorns her lily hand.
252
He brought in triumph back the beaa-\-teous dame, \
With whom her sister, fair Emi-|-/? a, came. \
Iambic Verses of ten syllables, with a mixture of other
feet besides the Iambus.
253
Of those sublimer pleasures to partake,
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The world and all its charms i would forsake.