Look up your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds-that pleases him, He chooses it the rather. III. Fond of the speculative height, IV. You think, no doubt, he sits and muses No; not a single thought like that V. He sees, that this great roundabout- Its customs, and its bus'nesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says-what says he?-Caw. VI. Thrice happy bird! I too have seen And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em. III. THE CRICKET. 1. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, 11. Thus thy praise shall be exprest, Ev'ry dish, and spoil the best; Thou hast all thine heart's desire. III. Though in voice and shape they be Form'd as if akin to thee, Thou surpassest, happier far, Happiest grasshoppers that are ; Theirs is but a summer's song, IV. Neither night, nor dawn of day, Lives not, aged though he be, IV. THE PARROT. I. IN painted plumes superbly drest, Poll gains at length the British shore, II. Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd To teach him now and then a word, But 'tis her own important charge To qualify him more at large, And make him quite a wit. 111. Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries, Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies, And calls aloud for sack. She next instructs him in the kiss 'Tis now a little one, like Miss, And now a hearty smack. IV. At first he aims at what he hears; Much to th' amusement of the crowd, V. A querulous old woman's voice And now he sings, and now is sick- VI. Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare To meet with such a well-match'd pair, The language and the tone, Each character in ev'ry part Sustain'd with so much And both in unison. VII. When children first begin to spell, We think them tedious creatures; When birds are to be taught to prate, THE SHRUBBERY. WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION. I. OH, happy shades-to me unblest! How ill the scene that offers rest, II. This glassy stream, that spreading pine, But fix'd unalterable care Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness ev'ry where, And slights the season and the scene. IV. For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn, |