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And, Spite, of Pride, in erring Reason's Spite, One Truth is clear, Whatever Is, Is Right.

The PEACOCK. Young.

HOW rich the Peacock? what bright Glories run
From Plume to Plume, and vary in the Sun?
He proudly spreads them to the golden Ray,
Gives all his Colours, and adorns the Day:
With conscious State the spacious Round displays,
And slowly moves ami J the waving Blaze.

The W A R-H O R S E. Young.

SURVEY the warlike Horse! didst thou invest
With Thunder, his robust distended Chest?
No Sense of Fear his dauntless Soul allays;
Tis dreadful to behold his Nostril Blaze;
To paw the Vale lie proudly takes Delight,
And triumphs in the Fulness-of his Might;
High-rais'd he snuffs the Battle from afar,
And bums to plunge amid the raging War;
And mocks at Death, and throws his Foam around.
And in a Storm of Fury shakes the Ground.
How does his sirm, his rising Heart advance,
Full cm the brandim'd Sword, and shaken Lance;
While his sixt Eye-balls meet the dazzling Shield,'
Gaze, and return the Light'ning of the Field?
He sinks the Sense of Pain in gen'rous Pride,
Nor feels the Shaft that trembles in his Side.
But neighs to the shrill Trumpet's dreadful Blast
'Till Death; and when he groans, He groans his last.

C 2 The The LION. Young.

BUT siercer still the lordly Lion stalks,
Grimly majestic in his lonely Walks;
When round He glares, All living Creatures By,
He clears the Deiart with his rolling Eye.
Say, Mortal, does He rouse" at thy Command,
And roar to Thee, and live upon thy Hand?
Dost Thou sor Him in Forests bend thy Bow,
And to his gloomy Den the Morsel throw,
Where bent on Death lie hid his tawny Brood,
And couch'd in dreadful Ambush pant for Blood;
Or stretch'd on broken Limbs, consume the Day
In Darkness wrapt, and slumber o'er their Prey?
By the pale Moon They take their destin'd Round,
And lash their Sides, and furious tear the Ground.
Now Shrieks and dying Groans the Defart sill;
They rage, they rend, their rav'nous Jaws distil
With crimson Foam; and when the Banquet's o'er,
They stride away, and paint their Steps with Gore;
In Flight alone the Shepherd puts his Trust,
And shudders at the Talon in the Dust.

The LEVIATHAN. Young.

GO to-the Nile, and from its fruitful Side,
Cast forth thy Line into the (welling Tide,
With slender Hair Lvviathan command,
And stretch his Vastness on the loaded Strand.
Will he become thy Servant, will he own
Thy Lordly Nod, and tremble at thy Frown?
Or with his Sport amuse thy leisure Day,
And, bound in Silk, with thy soft Maidens play i

Shall

Shall pompous Banquets swell with such a Prize, And the Bowl journey round his ample Size? Or the debating Merchants share the Prey, And various Limbs to various Marts convey? Thro' his sirm Skull what Steel its Way can win? What sorceful Engine can subdue his Skin? Fly far, and live ; tempt not his matchless Might; The Bravest shrink to Cowards ih his Sight; The Raihest dare not rouse him up ; who then Shall turn on Me, among the Sons of Men?

Am I a Debtor? hast Thou ever heard Whence come the Gifts which are on me conferr'd? My lavish Fruit a thoufand Vallies sills, And mine the Herds that graze a thoufand Hills; Earth, Sea, and Air, All Nature is my own, And Stars and Sun are Dust beneath my Throne. And dar'st Thou with the World's great Father vie, Thou, who dost tremble at thy Creature's Eye?

At full my huge Leviathan shall rise, Boast all his Strength, andspread his won'drous Size. Who, great in Arms, e'erstripp'd his shining Mail, Or crown'd his Triumph with a single Scale? Whose Heart sustains him to draw near? Behold, Destruction yawns; his spacious Jaws unsold, And marshil'd round the wide Expanse, disclose Teeth edg'd with Death, and crowding Rows on

Rows? What hideous Fangs on either Side arise, And what a deep Abyss between them lies; Mete with thy Lance, and with thy Plummet found, The One how long, the Other how prosound, • C 3 His

His Bulk is charg'd with such a furious Soul, That Clouds of Smoke from his.spread Nostrils roll, As from a Furnace ; and, when rous'd his Ire, Fate issues from his Jaws in Streams of Fire. The Rage of Tempests, and the Roar of Seas, Thy Terror, this thy great Superior please; Strength on his ample Shoulders fits in State, His well-join'd Limbs are dreadfully compleat; His Flakes of solid Flesh are slow to part, As Steel his Nerves, as Adamant his Heart.

When late awak'd, He rears him from the Floods, And, stretching sorth his Stature to the Clouds, Writhes in the Sun aloft his scaly Height, And strikes the distant Hills with transient Light; Far round are fatal Damps of Terror spread, The Mighty sear, nor blush to own their Dread.

Large is his Front, and when his burnish'd Eyes Lift their broad Lids, the Morning seems to rise.

In vain may Death in various Shapes invade,
The swift-wing'd Arrow, the descending Blade;
His naked Breast their Impotence desies,
The Dart, rebounds, the brittle Faulchion flies.
Shut in Himself, the War without he hears,
Sase in the Tempest of the rattling Spears;
The cumber'd Strand their wasted Vollies strow,
His Sport,.the Rage and Labour of the Foe.

His Pastimes like a Caldron boil the Flood,
And blacken Ocean with the rising Mud;
The Billows seel him as he works his Way;
His .hoary Feotsteps shine along the Sea;

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The Foam high-wrought, with White divides the

Green, And distant Sailors point where Death has been.

His Like Earth bears not on her spacious Face, Alone in Nature stands his dauntless Race, For utter Ignorance of Fear renown'd, In Wrath he rolls his baleful Eyes around, Makes every swoln, disdainful Heart subside. And holds Dominion o'er the Sons of Pride.

The HERMIT. Parnel.

FAR in a Wild, unknown to public View,
From Youth to Age a rev'rend Hermit grew.";
The Moss his Bed, the Cave his humble Cell,
His Food the Fruits, his Drink the chryftal Well;
Remote from Man, with God he pass'd the Days,
Pray'r all his Business, all his Pleasure Praise.

A Lise so facred, such serene Repose,
Seem'd Heav'n itself, 'till one Suggestion rose,
That Vice should triumph, Virtue Vice obey,
This sprung some Doubt of Providence's Sway:

His Hopes no more a certain Prospect boast,
And all the Tenour of his Soul is lost;
So•when a smooth Expanse receives imprest
Calm Nature's Image on its wat'ry Breast,
Down bend the Banks, the Trees depending grow,
And Skies beneath with answ'ring Colours glow;
But isa Stone the gentle Sea divide,
Swift ruffling Circles curl oa ev'ry Side,

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