SOON

She wept, the blubber'd, and she tore her hair.

No Brit fh mifs fincerer grief has known,

Her fquirrel miffing, or her fparrow flown.

She furl'd her fan.pler, and haul'd-in her thread,
And fuck her needle into Grildrig's bed;
Then fpread her hands, and with a bounce let fall
Her baby, like the giant in Guildhall.

In peals of thunder now fhe roars, and now
She gently whimpers like a lowing cow:
Yet lovely in her forrow ftill appears,

Her locks difhevel'd, and her flood of tears,
Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain,
When from the thatch drips faft a shower of rain.
In vain the fearch'd each cranny of the house,
Each gaping chink impervious to a mouse.
"Was it for this (the cry'd) with daily care
"Within thy reach fet the vinegar;
"And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide,
"While pepper-water worms thy bait fupply'd,

"Where

" 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.

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Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, "Nay, 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 with that giddy youth! "Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd' in court-tricks that money-loving boy "To fome lord's daughter fold the living toy; "Or rent him limb from limb, in cruel play, "As children tear the wings of flies away. "From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, "And never will return, or bring thee home. "But who hath éves to trace the paffing wind? "How then thý fairy footsteps can I find? "Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone, "In the green thicket of a moffy stone;

"Or, tumbled from the toadool's flippery round,
Perhaps all maim'd, lie groveling on the ground?
"Doft thou imbofom'd in the lovely rofe,

“Or funk within the peach's down, repofe?
"Within the king-cup if thy limbs are spread,

"Or in the golden cowflip's velvet head :

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"O fhew me, Flora, 'midft thofe fweets, the flower "Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower! 50

"But

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.

"Haft thou for thefe now ventur'd from the fhore,
Thy bark a bean-fhell, and a straw thy oar?
"Or in thy box now bounding on the main ?
"Shall I ne'er bear thyfelf and house again ?
"And fhall I fet thee on my hand no more,
"To fee thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er
"My fpacious palm? of ftature fcarce a fpan,
"Mimic the actions of a real man?

"No more behold thee turn my watch's key,
"As feamen at a capftern anchors weigh?
"How waft thou wont to walk with cautious tread,
"A difh 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 ?”

She faid; but broken accents ftopt her voice,
Soft as the fpeaking-trumpet's mellow noife.
She fobb'd a ftorm, and wip'd her flowing eyes,
Which feem'd like two broad funs in mifty skies!—
O! fquander not thy grief; thofe tears command
To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland :
The plenteous pickle fhall preferve the fish,
And Europe tafte thy forrows in a dish.

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ΤΟ

TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN,

THE MAN-MOUNTAIN.

A LILLIPUTIAN

I.

ODE.

Left his fpurn

Worthy me!

Muse, inspire
All thy fire!
Bards of old

Of him told,

When they faid

Atlas' head

Propt the skies :

See! and believe your eyes?

II.

See him ftride

Valleys wide:

Over woods,
Over floods.
When he treads,
Mountains heads
Groan and shake:
Armies quake,

III.

Turn'd afide

From his hide,
Safe from wound

Darts rebound.

From his nofe

Clouds he blows;
When he speaks,

Thunder breaks !

When he eats,

Famine threats!

When he drinks,

Neptune fhrinks!
Nigh thy car,
In mid air,
On thy hand,
Let me ftand,
So fhall I

(Lofty Poet!)touch the sky.

VERSES

TO BE PLACED UNDER THE PICTURE

OF

SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE,
ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET;

CONTAINING

A COMPLEAT CATALOGUE OF HIS WORKS.

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

SEE

Who first fang (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 curfe the (5) light:
Maul'd human wit in one thick (6) fatire,
Next in three books fpoil'd (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) Inftructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry-weaver. (5) Hymn to the light.

(6) Satire againft wit.

(7) Of the nature of man.

(8) Creation, a Poem, in feren books..

(9) Redemption, another Heroic Poem in fix books.

Then