238. But you have killed a tiny bird Nor did you kill that you might eat For him, though chased with furious heat, Nor was he of the thievish sort, My dog! what remedy remains, Beau's Reply SIR, when I flew to seize the bird A louder voice than yours I heard, You cried Forbear!'- but in my A mightier cried Proceed!' W. Cowper breast 'Twas Nature, sir, whose strong behest 239. Yet much as Nature I respect, And when your linnet on a day, Had fluttered all his strength away, Well knowing him a sacred thing, I only kissed his ruffled wing, And licked the feathers smooth. Let my obedience then excuse Nor some reproof yourself refuse If killing birds be such a crime What think you, sir, of killing Time W. Cowpe The Dog and the Water-Lily THE HE noon was shady, and soft airs When, 'scaped from literary cares, I wander'd on his side. My spaniel, prettiest of his race, (Two nymphs adorn'd with every grace That spaniel found for me,) Now wanton'd, lost in flags and reeds, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads It was the time when Ouse display'd And one I wish'd my own. With cane extended far, I sought But still the prize, though nearly caught, Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains And puzzling set his puppy brains But with a cherup clear and strong I thence withdrew, and follow'd long 240. My ramble ended, I return'd; The floating wreath again discern'd, I saw him with that lily cropp'd My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd Charm'd with the sight, 'The world,' I cried, 'But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine W. Cowper OH! On a Tear H! that the Chemist's magic art The little brilliant, ere it fell, 241. Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! Benign restorer of the soul! Who ever fly'st to bring relief, When first we feel the rude controul The sage's and the poet's theme, That very law which moulds a tear, S. Rogers Cavalier's Song IF doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed; I'll wear thy colours in my cap, Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye |