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Their sentiments fo well express'd,
But though the birds were thus in haste;
Miffes ! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
THE NEEDLESS ALARM.
There is a field through which I often pass,
Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red, With which the fieldfare, wintry guest, is fed; Nor autumn yer had brush'd from ev'ry spray, With her chill hand, the mellow leaves away; . But corn was hous'd, and beans were in the stack, Now, therefore, issued forth the spotted pack, With tails high mounted, ears hung low, and throa's With a whole gamut fill'd of heav'nly notes, For which, alas ! my destiny severe, Though ears she gave me two, gave me no ear.
The fun, accomplishing his early march, His lamp now planted on heav'n's topmast arch, When, exercise and air my only aim, And heedless whither, to that field I came, Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and dale that Reynard's track was found, Or with the high-rais'd horn's melodious clang All Kilwick * and all Dingle-derry * rang.
Sheep graz’d the field; some with soft bosom press The herb as soft, while nibbling stray'd the reft; Nor noise was heard but of the hafty brook, Struggling, detain'd in many a petty nook. All seem'd so peaceful, that from them convey'd To me, their peace by kind contagion spread.
* Two woods belonging to Join Throckmorton, Eig.
But when the huntsman, with distended cheek,
The man to solitude accustom'd long,
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He spells them true by intuition's light,
This truth premis'd was needful as a text,
Awhile they mus'd; surveying ev'ry face, Thou hadît suppos'd them of superior race; Their periwigs of wool, and fears combin'd, Stamp'd on each countenance such marks of mind, That fage they seem'd, as lawyers o'er a doubt, Which, puzzling long, at last they puzzle out ; Or academic tutors, teaching youths, Sure ne'er to want them, mathematic truths; When thus a mutton, statelier than the rest, A ram, the ewes and wethers, fad, address’d.
Friends ! we have liv'd too long. I never heard Sounds such as these, so worthy to be fear’d. Could I believe, that winds for ages pent In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent, And from their prison house below arise, With all these hideous howlings to the skies, I could be much compos’d, nor should appear For such a cause to feel the Nightest fear. Yourselves have seen, what time the thunders rollid All night, me resting quiet in the fold. Or heard we that tremendous bray alone, I could expound the melancholy tone;