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To wish thee fairer is no need,
More prudent, or more sprightly,
From temper-flaws unsightly.
What favour then not yet possessed
Can I for thee require,
To thy whole heart's desire?
None here is happy but in part:
Full bliss is bliss divine;
And doubtless one in thine.
That wish, on some fair future day,
Which fate shall brightly gild,
I wish it all fulfilled.
ODE TO APOLLO.
ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN.
PATRON of all those luckless brains,
And little or no meaning
Ah why, since oceans, rivers, streams,
That water all the nations,
In constant exhalations.
Why, stooping from the noon of day,
Too covetous of drink, Apollo, hast thou stolen away
A poet's drop of ink?
Upborne into the viewless air,
It floats a vapour now, Impelled through regions dense and rare,
By all the winds that blow.
Ordained perhaps ere summer flies,
Combined with millions more, To form an Iris in the skies,
Though black and foul before.
Illustrious drop! and happy then
Beyond the happiest lot, Of all that ever past my pen; So soon to be forgot!
Phoebus, if such be thy design,
To place it in thy bow,
With equal grace below.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED,
I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau *,
It chanced then on a winter's day,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was iever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses?
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
Entreated, opening wide his beak,
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she,
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,
But though the birds were thus in haste,
The wind, of late breathed gently forth,
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wandered on his side.