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No;-Soon as from ashore he saw
The winged mansion move, He flew to reach it, by a law
Of never-failing love.
Was briskly borne along,
And cheer'd her with a song.
His feather'd shipmates eyes, Scarce less exulting in the sight
Than when he tows a prize.
For seamen much believe in signs,
And from a chance so new Each some approaching good divines,
And may his hopes be true!
Hail, honour'd land! a desert where
Not even birds can hide, Yet parent of this loving pair
Whom nothing could divide.
And ye who, rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan, Were not afraid to plough the brine In
company For whose lean country much disdain
We English often show,
But wantonness and woe;
Dear architect of fine CHATZAUX
Worthier to stand for ever, if the
Than any built of stone, or yet o For back of royal elephant to bear O for permission from the skies to
Much to my own, though little to
With thee, (not subject to the jea A partnership of literary ware !
This tale is founded on an article of in author found in the Buckinghamshire H June 1, 1793, in the following words.
" In a block, or pulley, near the head of now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chat eggs. The nest was built while the vessel was followed hither by both birds. Thoug sionally lowered for the inspection of the have not forsaken the nest. The cock how but seldom; while the hen never leaves it, scends to the hull for food."
obedience then excuse
ng birds be such a crime,
AS ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH,
BY MISS CATHARINE FANSHAWE,
A POEM OF MR. COW PER’S, LENT TO HER ON CONDITION HOULD NEITHER SHOW IT, NOR TAKE A COPY.
remember'd thus is fame, in the first degree;
the few like her the same, press might sleep for me. er, in the memory stored ny a Grecian belle,
preserved a richer hoard, ver lodged so well.
Be it your fortune, year by year,
The same resource to prove,
Instruct us how to love'!
TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ.
JUNE 29, 1793.
DEAR architect of fine chATEAUX in air,
Worthier to stand for ever, if they could,
any built of stone, or yet of wood,
Much to my own, though little to thy good,
With thee, (not subject to the jealous mood ! A partnership of literary ware!
| This tale is founded on an article of intelligence which the author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words.
Glasgow, May 23. “ In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is oocasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock however visits the nest but seldom; while the hen never leaves it, but when she descends to the hull for food.”
But I am bankrupt now; and doom'd henceforth
To drudge, in descant dry, on others' lays ; Bards, I acknowledge, of unequall'd worth,
But what is commentator's happiest praise ? That he has furnish'd lights for other eyes, Which they who need them use, and then despise.
A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU,
KILLING A YOUNG BIRD.
JULY 15, 1793.
A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you,
Well fed, and at his ease,
Each trifle that he sees.
Which flew not till to-day,
Forbidding you the prey.
kill that you might eat,
You left where he was slain.
Or one whom blood allures,
Whom you have torn for yours.