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Thrice happy bird! I too have seen
Much of the vanities of men,-

And sick of having seen e'm,
Would chearfully these limbs resign
For such a pair of wings as thine,

And such a head between 'em.

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LITTLE inmate, full of mirthi

Chirping on my kitchen hearth ;. .. .

Wheresoe'er be thine abode,

Always harbinger of good, . . \

Pay me for thy warm retreat,

With a song more softand sweet, . . j

In return thou shalt receive

Such a strain as I can give.

Z 1 2. Thus


Thus thy praise shall be exprest,
Inoffensive, welcome guest!
While the rat is on the scout,
And the mouse with curious snout,
"With what vermin else infest
Every dish and spoil the best;
Frisking thus before the fire,
Thou hast all thine heart's desire.

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,
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpair'd and shrill and clear,
Melody throughout the year.

4. Neither

Neither night nor dawn of day,

Puts a period to thy play,
Sing then—and extend thy span
Far beyond the date of man-
Wretched man, whose years are spent
In repining discontent;
Lives not, aged tho' he be,
Half a span compar'd with thee.

4. This PARROT.


IN painted plumes superbly drest,
A native of the gorgeous east,

By many a billow tost;
Poll gains at length the British shore,
Part of the captain's precious store,

A present to his toast.

Z 3 a. Belinda's


Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd

To teach him now and then a word,r ?.«..

As Poll can master it;
But 'tis her own important charge
To qualify him more at large,

And make him quite a wit.

•" 3Sweet Poll! his doating mistress cries, V Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies, \ And calls aloud for"Tack,' tShe next. instructs him in the kiss, 'Tis now a little one like Miss, And now a hearty smack,

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At first he aims at what he hears

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And listening close with both his ears,

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Just catches at the sound;

But soon articulates aloud,

Much to th' amusement os the crowd

And stuns the neighbours round.

5A querulous old woman's voice

His humorous talent next employs,

He scolds and gives the lie;

And now he sings, and now is sick,

Here Sally, Susan, come, come quick,

Poor Poll is like to die,

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Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare

To meet with such a'well-match'd pair,

The language and the tone,
Each character in every part'
Sustain'd with so much'grace and art,

And both in unison.


When children first begin to spell

And stammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;

But difficulties soon abate,

When birds are to be taught to prate,
And women are the teachers.

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