Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. - Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down! J. Dryden BOOK THIRD CXVII ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE No Waves her dew-bespangled wing, WOW the golden Morn aloft With vermeil cheek and whisper soft New-born flocks, in rustic dance, The birds his presence greet: And lessening from the dazzled sight, Yesterday the sullen year The herd stood drooping by : Smiles on past Misfortune's brow Soft Reflection's hand can trace, While Hope prolongs our happier hour, Still, where rosy Pleasure leads, See the wretch that long has tost The meanest floweret of the vale, To him are opening Paradise. T. Gray H CXVIII THE QUIET LIFE APPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. O CXIX A. Pope THE BLIND BOY SAY what is that thing call'd Light, What are the blessings of the sight, You talk of wondrous things you see, My day or night myself I make And could I ever keep awake With heavy sighs I often hear Then let not what I cannot have C. Cibber CXX ON A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES 'T WAS on a lofty vase's side Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, |