DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL, R. A. ENGRAVED BY W. FINDEN; PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, LONDON.

SEPT 29, 1826.

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ON THE SPRING.

Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,

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Fair Venus' train, appear, ad apollin. 194.

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Disclose the long expecting flowers,

And wake the purple year!

The Attic warbler pours her throat, Properties H. XVI. 6. Oric

Responsive to the cuckoo's note,

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The untaught harmony of Spring:

While, whispering pleasure as they fly,

Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky

Their gather'd fragrance fling. so Milion.com.000

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch

A broader browner shade,

Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'ercanopies the glade,

< Beside some water's rushy brink

With me the muse shall sit, and think

(At ease reclined in rustic state)

How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,

How indigent the great!

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Still is the toiling hand of Care; intri

The panting herds repose:

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Yet hark, how through the peopled air

The busy murmur glows!

The insect-youth are on the wing,

Eager to taste the honied spring, knie a this.

And float amid the liquid noon :

Some lightly o'er the current skim,
Some show their gaily gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.

To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of Man:

And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the Busy and the Gay
But flutter through life's little day,

In Fortune's varying colours dress'd:
Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance,
Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.

Methinks I hear, in accents low,

The sportive kind reply:

Poor moralist! and what art thou?

A solitary fly!

Thy joys no glittering female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone-

We frolic while 'tis May.