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No-Soon as from the shore he saw

The winged mansion move, He flew to reach it, by the law

Of never-failing love.

Then perching at his consort's side,

Was briskly borne along, The billows and the blast defied,

And cheer'd her with a song.

The seaman with sincere delight

His feather'd shipmates eyes, Scarce less exulting in the sight

Than when he tows a prize.

For seamen much believe in signs,

And from a chance so new Each some approaching good divines,

And may his hopes be true !

Hail, honour'd land ! a desert where

Not even birds can hide, Yet parent of this loving pair

Whom nothing could divide.

And ye who, rather than resign

Your matrimonial plan, Were not afraid to plough the brine

In company with man.

For whose lean country much disdain

We English often show, Yet from a richer nothing gain

But wantonness and woe;

Be it your fortune, year by year,

The same resource to prove,
And may ye, sometimes landing here,

Instruct us how to love !



A you,

Well-fed, and at his ease,
Should wiser be than to pursue

Each trifle that he sees.

But you have kill'd a tiny bird,

Which flew not till to-day,
Against my orders, whom you heard

Forbidding you the prey.
Nor did you kill that you might eat,

And ease a doggish pain,
For him, though chased with furious heat,

You left where he was slain.

Nor was he of the thievish sort,

Or one whom blood allures,
But innocent was all his sport

Whom you have torn for yours.

My dog, what remedy remains,

Since, teach you all I can,
I see you, after all my pains,

So much resemble Man ?



IR, when I flew to seize the bird,

In spite of your command,
A louder voice than yours I heard,

And harder to withstand.

You cried-forbear—but in my breast

A mightier cried-proceed'Twas Nature, Sir, whose strong behest

Impell’d me to the deed.
Yet much as Nature I respect,

I ventured once to break
(As you perhaps may recollect)

Her precept for your sake;
And when your linnet on a day,

Passing his prison door,
Had fluttered all his strength away,

And panting pressed the floor,
Well knowing him a sacred thing,

Not destined to my tooth,
I only kiss'd his ruffled wing,

And lick'd the feathers smooth.

obedience then excuse My disobedience now, Nor some reproof yourself refuse

From your aggrieved Bow-wow. If killing birds be such a crime

(Which I can hardly see), What think you, Sir, of killing time

With verse addressed to me ?



HE twentieth year is well nigh past,

Since first our sky was overcast, Ah, would that this might be the last !

My Mary!


Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow'Twas my distress that brought thee low,

My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more,

My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will,

My Mary! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part, And all thy threads with magic art Have wound themselves about this heart,

My Mary! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream : Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme,

My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light,

My Mary!

For could I view nor them nor thee,
What sight worth seeing could I see ?
The sun would rise in vain for me,

My Mary!
Partakers of thy sad decline,
Thy hands their little force resign ;
Yet gently prest, press gently mine,

My Mary! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now at every step thou mov'st Upheld by two, yet still thou lov'st,

My Mary! And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still,

My Mary! But ah, by constant heed I know, How oft the sadness that I show, Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe,

My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last,

My Mary!


HE greenhouse is my summer seat;

Enjoyed the open air ;

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