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OON as Glumdalclitch miss’d her pleasing care,

She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her hair. No Brit sh miss fincerer grief has known, Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown. She furl'd her sampler, and haul'd-in her thread, 5 And fuck her needle into Grildrig's hed; Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let fall Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall. In peals of thunder now she roars, and now She gently whimpers like a lowing cow: Yet lovely in her sorrow still appears, Her locks dishevel'd, and her flood of tears, Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain, When from the thatch drips fast a shower of rain.

In vain the search'd each cranny of the house, 15 Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse. “ Was it for this (the cry'd) with daily care “ Within thy reach I set the vinegar; "Andfilld the cruet with the acid tide, “ While pepper-water worms thy bait supply'd,

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“ Where twin'd the filver eel around thy hook, < And all the little monsters of the brook ? “ Sure in that lake he dropt : My Grilly 's drown'd." She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found.

“ Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast : “ But little creatures enterprize the most.

Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, - Nav, mix with children as they play'd at taw, “ Nor fear'd the marbles, as they bounding flew : « Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you.

" Why did I trust thee wi h that giddy youth ! “ Who from a page can ever learn the truth? 66 Vers’d in court-tricks that money-loving boy “ To some loni's daughter fold the living toy; “ Or rent him limb from limb, in cruel play, 35 “ As children tear the wings of Aies away. • From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I 'll roam, “ And never will return, or bring thee home. “ Bui who hathieves to trace the passing wind? - How then thy fairy footsteps can I find ? “ Dost thou bewilder'd wander all alone, “ In the green thicket of a molly stone ; “ Or, tumbled from the toad ool's slippery round, “ Perhaps all maim'd, lie groveling on the ground? " Doft thou imbosom’d in the lovely rose, 45 “ Or funk within the peach's down, repofe? “ Within the king.cup if thy limbs are spread, “ Or in the golden cowlip's velvet head : “ O fhew me, Flora, 'midst those sweets, the flower “ Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower! 50

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“ But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves « On little females, and on little loves ; * Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, “ The baby-playthings that adorn thy house, “ Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spacious rooms “ Equal in fize to cells of honeycombs. « Hast thou for these now ventur'd from the shore, “ Thy bark a bean-Shell, and a straw thy oar? “ Or in thy box now bounding on the main ? “ Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again? « And shall I set thee on my hand no more, “ To see thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er “ My spacious palm? of ftature scarce a span, « Mimic the actions of a real man? “ No more behold thee turn my watch's key, « As seamen at a capstern anchors weigh? “ How wast thou wont to walk with cautious tread, “ A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy head ? “ How chace the mite that bore thy cheese away, « And keep the rolling maggot at a bay?”

70 She said; but broken accents stopt her voice, Soft as the speaking-trumpet's mellow noise. She lobb’d a storm, and wip'd her flowing eyes, Which seem'd like two broad suns in misty skies ! Q! squander not thy grief; those tears command

75 To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland : The plenteous pickle shall preserve the filho And Europe taste thy sorrows in a dish.

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Can our eyes

TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN,

THE MAN-MOUNTAIN.
A LILLIPUTI AN ODE.
I.

Left his spurn
Namaze

Overturn
Loft, I gaze.

Man and steed.

Troops, take heed ! Reach thy fize?

Left and right May my lays

Speed your flight! Swell with praise,

Lest an host Worthy thee!

Beneath his foot be loft. Worthy me!

III. Muse, inspire

Turn'd aside All thy fire!

From his hide, Bards of old

Safe from wound Of him told,

Darts rebound. When they said

From his nose Atlas' head

Clouds he blows ; Propt the skies :

When he speaks,
See! and believe your eyes?

Thunder breaks !
II.

When he eats,
See him ftride

Famine threats !
Valleys wide :

When he drinks, Over woods,

Neptune shrinks! Over floods.

Nigh thy ear, When he treads,

In mid air, Mountains heads

On thy hand,
Groan and Shake:

Let me stand,
Armies quake,

So shall I
(Lofty Poet!)touch the sky.

VERSES

V E R S E S

TO BE PLACED UNDER THE PICTURE

OF

SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE,

ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET;

CONTAINING A COMPLEAT CATALOGUE OF HIS WORKS.

SEE
EE who ne'er was nor will be half read :

Who first sang (1) Arthur, then fang (2) Alfred;
Prais'd great (3) Eliza in God's anger,
Till all true Englishmen cry’d, Hang her!
Made William's virtues wipe the bare a
And hang’d-up Marlborough in (4) arras;
Then, hils’d from earth, grew heavenly quite :
Made every reader curse the (5) light:
Maul'd human wit in one thick (6) satirc,
Next in three books spoild (7) human nature ;
Undid (8) creation at a jirk,
And of (9) redemption made damn'd work.

(1) Two Heroic Poems, in folio, twenty books. (2) Heroic Poem, in twelve books. (3) Heroic Poem, in folio, ten books. (4) Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapettry-weaver. (5) Hymn to the light. (6) Satire against wit. (7) Of the nature of man. (8) Creation, a Poem, in feren books. . ( Redemption, another Heroic Pocin in fix books.

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