To sad necessity, the cock foregoesjoogaquu baA His wonted strut; and, wading at their head to With well-consider'd steps, seems to resentm sdT His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd

b How find the myriads, that in summer cheer The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs,18) Due sustenance, or where subsist they now? EAT? Earth yields them nought; th' imprison'd worm is amiot diW

safe Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs T Lie cover'd close; and berry-bearing thorns, 979H That feed the thrush, (whatever some suppose); 1) Afford the smaller minstrels no supply, 2019 9976.1 The long protracted rigour of the year, anda bпÅ Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, at toode As instinct prompts; self-buried ere they die. A The very rooks and daws forsake the fields, Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth-nut, now Repays their labour more; and perch'd aloft af By the wayside, or stalking in the path,) Lean pensioners upon the trav'ller's track,

Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain For GÂ' The streams are lost amid the splendid blank, 778 O'erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, 61.99 Indurated and fix'd, the snowy weight

Lies undissolv'd; while silently beneath,

And unperceiv'd, the current steals away.
Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps
The milldam, dashes on the restless wheel,
And wantons in the pebbly gulf below :
No frost can bind it there; it's utmost force
Can but arrest the light and smoky mist,

That in it's fall the liquid sheet throws wide.
And see where it has hung th' embroider'd banks
With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art,
The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene!
Here glitt'ring turrets rise, upbearing high
(Fantastic misarrangement!) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees
And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops,
That trickle down the branches, fast congeal'd,
Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,

And prop the pile, they but adorn'd before.

Here grotto within grotto safe defies

The sunbeam; there, emboss'd and fretted wild,
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain
The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art,
And in defiance of her rival pow'rs;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats,

As she with all her rules can never reach.

Less worthy of applause, though more admir'd,

Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ,
Thy most magnificent and mighty freak, bir 101
The wonder of the North. No forest felly

When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent it's stores
T'enrich thy walls: but thou didst hew the floods!
And make thy marble of the glassy wave.
In such a palace Aristæus found

Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale

Of his lost bees to her maternal ear:

In such a palace Poetry might place.
The armory of Winter; where his troops, s bnĄ
The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy sleet, 20
Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail, bak
And snow, that often blinds the trav'ller's course,A
And wraps him in an unexpected tomb. bar to
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;

No sound of hammer or of saw was there :)

Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts

Were soon conjoin'd, nor other cement ask'd #1 Than water interfus'd to make them one.

Lamps gracefully dispos'd, and of all hues, f Illumin'd ev'ry side: a watʼry light

Gleam'd through the clear transparency, that seem'd
Another moon new ris'n, or meteor fall'n

From Heav'n to Earth, of lambent flaine serene. 'A
So stood the brittle prodigy; though smooth
And slipp'ry the materials, yet frostbound

Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within,
That royal residence might well befit,
For grandeur or for use. Long wavy wreaths
Of flow'rs, that fear'd no

Blush'd on the pannels.

enemy but warmth,

Mirror needed none

Where all was vitreous; but in order due

Convivial table and commodious seat

Sofa, and couch, and high built throne august.
The same lubricity was found in all,

And all was moist to the warm touch; a scene
Of evanescent glory, once a stream,

And soon to slide into a stream again.
Alas! 'twas but a mortifying stroke
Of undesign'd severity, that glanc'd
(Made by a monarch) on her own estate,
On human grandeur and the courts of kings.
'Twas transient in it's nature, as in show
'Twas durable; as worthless, as it seem'd
Intrinsically precious; to the foot

Treach'rous and false; it smil'd, and it was cold.

Great princes have great playthings. Some have play'd

At hewing mountains into men, and some
At building human wonders mountain-high.
Some have amus'd the dull, sad years of life,

(Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad)oiés mŨ
With schemes of monumental fame; and sought
By pyramids and mausolean pomp, bat ad T
Shortliv'd themselves, t' immortalize their bones.T
Some seek diversion in the tented field,
And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. 10
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at. Nations would do well,

T' extort their truncheons from the puny handsTMA Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds of Are gratified with mischief; and who spoil,H Because men suffer it, their toy the World.we sal 9d3 A

When Babel was confounded, and the great ai H Confed'racy of projectors wild and vainom de W Was split into diversity of tongues,

Then, as a shepherd separates his flock,

These to the upland, to the valley those,SP God drave asunder, and assign'd their lotret To all the nations. Ample was the boon

He gave them, in it's distribution fair

And equal; and he bade them dwell in peace.

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Peace was awhile their care: they plough'd and

sow'd,

And reap'd their plenty without grudge or strife. But violence can never longer sleep,

Than human passions please. In ev'ry heart W Are sown the sparks, that kindle fiery war