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See how the Ices are melting away... 25 The Night was dark, the Sun was hid... 31 How is this that comes to ring along? 37 Upon a Mountain's graffy side 43 The Butterfly, an idle Thing 51 Thy plaintive Notes, sweet Philomel.... 55 Who'll come and play with me here? 59 While yet the white Frost sparkles over the Ground 65 The Sun rifles bright in the Air 71 I saw a Leaf come tilting down 77 Sporting on the Village Green 83 Let those who're fond of idle Tricks... 87 There were two little Girls, neither handsome nor plain 93 Thrice welcome to my opening Eyes... 99 Receive my Body, pretty Bed 103 On the cheerful Village Green 107 “Oh, how one ugly Trick has spoiled The sweetest and the best!” MEDDLESOME MATTY. How one ugly Trick has spoiled The sweetest and the best! Matilda, though a pleasant Child, One ugly Trick possessed, Which, like the Cloud before the Skies, Hid all her better Qualities. Sometimes she ’d lift the Teapot Lid, To peep at what was in it; Or tilt the Kettle, if you did But turn your Back a Minute. In vain you told her not to touch, Her Trick of Meddling grew so Much. Her Grandmamma went out one Day, And by mistake she laid Her Spectacles and Snuff-box gay Too near the little Maid. “Ah, well!” thought she, “I’ll try them on, As soon as Grandmamma is gone.” Forthwith Meddlesome Matty. For the placed upon her note The Glasses, large and wide; And looking round, as I suppose, The Snuff-box too she sped. "Oh, what a pretty Box is this! I'll open it," said little Miss. "I know that Grandmamma would say, Don't meddle with it, Dear; " But then, she's far enough away, And no one else is near; Befide, what can there be arms In opening such a Box as this?" So Thumb and Finger went to work To move the stubborn Lid; And presently a mighty jerk The mighty Mischief did. For all at once — ah, woeful Case! — The Snuff came puffing in her Face! Poor Eyes and Nose and Mouth and Chin A dismal Sight presented; And as the Snuff got further in, Sincerely she repented. In vain she ran about for Ease, She could do Nothing else but sense! She dusted the Spectacles away, To wipe her tingling Eyes; And as in twenty Bits they lay, Her Grandmamma she spies. "Hey day! and what's the Matter now? Cried Grandmamma, with lifted Brow Matilda, smarting with the Pain, And tingling still, and fore, Made many a Promise to refrain From meddling, evermore; And 'tis a Fact, as I have heard, She ever since has kept her Word. The Woods and the Hedges with Verduve look gay, And Dailies enamel the Plain. SPRING. I see how the Ices are melting away, The Rivers have burst from their Chain; The Woods and the Hedges with Verdure look gay, And Dailies enamel the Plain. The Sun rises high and shines warm over the Dale, The Orchards with Blossoms are white; The Voice of the Woodlark is heard in the Vale, And the Cuckoo returns from her Flight. Young Lambs sport and frisk on the Side of the Hill, The Honey-bee wakes from her Sleep; The Turtle-dove opens her soft-cooing Bill, And Snow-drops and Primroses peep. All Nature looks active, delightful, and gay, The Creatures begin their Employ; Ah! let me not be less industrious than they, An idle or indolent Boy! Spring. Now while in the Spring of my Vigour and Bloom, In the Paths of fair Learning I ’ll run; Nor let the best Part of my Being consume, With Nothing of Confidence done. Thus while to my Leffons with Care I attend, And store up the Knowledge I gain, When the Winter of Age shall upon me descend, It will cheer the dark Season of Pain. And tints he found that to the Good No Evil should betide. The Night was dark, the Sun was hid Beneath the Mountain gray; And not a single Star appeared To shoot a silver Ray. Across the Heath the Owlet flew, And screamed. Along the Blaft; And onward, with a quickened Step, Benighted Henry passed. At Intervals, amid the Gloom, A Flash of Lightning played, And showed the Ruts with Water filled, And the black Hedge's Shade. Again in thickest Darkness plunged, He groped his Way to find; And now he thought he spied beyond A Form of horrid Kind. In deadly White it upwards rose, Of Cloak or Mantle bare, And held its naked Arms across To catch him by the Hair. Poor Henry felt his Blood run cold At what before him flood ; “ But, well,” thought he, “ no Harm, I ’m sure, Can happen to the Good.” 2 3 4 5 6 So The Hand-Post. 33 7 So calling all his Courage up, He to the Goblin went; And eager through the difmal Gloom His piercing Eyes he bent. 8 And when he came well-nigh the Ghoft That gave him fuch Affright, He clapp’d his Hands upon his Side, And loudly laugh’d outright. 9 For ’twas a friendly Hand-poft flood, His wand’ring Steps to guide; And thus he found that to the Good No Evil fhould betide. io “And well,” thought he, “one Thing I ’ve learn’d, Nor foon fhall I forget, — Whatever frightens me again To march flraight up to it. n “And when I hear an idle Tale Of Goblins and a Ghoft, I’ 11 tell of this, my lonely Walk, And the tall, white Hand-poft.” Animation and Vigour are fled, And yield to Infirmity now I OLD AGE. T T T HO is this that comes tott’ring along? Y\ His Footfteps are feeble and flow, H is Beard has grown curling and long, And his Head is turn’d white as the Snow. 2 His dim Eye is funk in his Head, And Wrinkles deep furrow his Brow; Animation and Vigour are fled, And yield to Infirmity now. 3 Little Stranger, his Name is Old Age, His Journey will fhortly be o’er, He foon will leave Life’s bufy Stage, To be torn by Affliction no more. 4 Little Stranger, though, healthy and ftrong, You now all Adverfity brave, Like him you mult totter ere long, Like him you  Grandeur flood, And there the young Lord Henry dwelt, The Proud, but not the Good. And oft he wandered o'er the Plain, Or on the Mountain’s Side, And with Surprised, and Envy too, The humble Colin ey’d. 8 “And why,” said he, “am I denied That Cheerfulness and Joy That ever smiles upon the Face Of this poor Shepherd Boy? 9 “Nor Titles, Honours, nor Estates, No Wealth nor Power has he; And yet, though destitute and poor, He seems more blessed than me.” 10 For this Lord Henry did not know, That Pleasure ne’er is found Where angry Paffions reign and rule, And evil Deeds abound. Colin, The Shepherd Boy. 1 Colin, though poor, was humble too, Benevolent and kind; While Paffion, Anger, Rage, and Pride Disturbed Lord Henry’s Mind. 12 Thus Colin, though a Shepherd Boy, Was ever glad and gay; And Henry, though a noble Lord, To Distinest a Prey. Stock of Wilt thou shalt improve, Nor be a Butterfly. THE BUTTERFLY. THE Butterfly, an idle Thing, Nor Honey makes, nor yet can ling, Like to the Bee and Bird; Nor does it, like the prudent Ant, Lay up the Grain for Time of Want, A wife and cautious Hoard. My Youth is but a Summers Day: Then, like the Bee and Ant, I’ll lay A Store of Learning by; And though from Flower to Flower I rove, My Stock of Wifdom I ’ll improve, Nor be a Butterfly. Thy plaint. Live Notes, sweet Philomel, All other Melodies excel. THE NIGHTINGALE. A most plaintive Song, Thou seemest thyself and Song to hide, Nor dost thou boast or plume with Pride, Nor wish to be admired. So, if endowed with Power and Grace, And with that Power my Will keep Pace To act a generous Part, Hence, paltry oftentatious Show! Nor let my liberal Actions know A Witness but my Heart. Who'll come and play with me here My Sifters have left me alone. Under the Tree, WHO'LL COME AND PLAY? I T T 7"HO’LL come and play with me here Under the Tree? My Sifters have left me alone; My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me, And play with me while they are gone. Oh, no, little Lady, I can’t come, indeed, I’ve no Time to idle away, I’ve got all my dear little Children to feed, And my Nest to new cover with Hay. Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the Flower, But come here and play with me, do; The Sparrow won’t come and play with me an hour, But say, pretty Bee, will not you? Oh, no, little Lady, for do not you see, Those must work who would prosper and thrive? If I play, they would call me a sad idle Bee, And perhaps turn me out of the Hive. Stop, stop, stop, little Ant! do not Run off for fast! Wait with me a little and play. I hope I (hall find a Companion at laft, You are not fo bufy as they.” 6 “ Oh, no, little Lady, I can’t flay with you, We’re not made to play, but to labour; I always have Something or other to do, If not for myfelf, for a Neighbour.” 7 “ What then, have they all fome Employment but me, Who lay lounging here like a Dunce? Oh, then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee, I ’ll go to my Leffon at once.” % “ / iript with the firji rofy Beam of the Morn To cull the green Tops. Come , my Turnip-tops buy!” TURNIP-TOPS. 1 T T 7 HILE yet the white Froft fparkles over VV ^e Ground, And Daylight juft peeps from the mifty blue Sky, In yonder green Fields, with my Bafket I ’m found; Come, buy my fweet Turnip-tops! Turnip-tops buy ! 2 Sadly cold are my Fingers, all drench’d with the Dew, For the Sun has fcarce rifen the Meadows to dry; And my Feet have got wet with a Hole in my Shoe: Come, hafte then, and buy my fweet Turnip- tops, buy! 3 While you were afleep, with your Bed-curtains drawn, On Pillows of Down in your Chambers fo high, I tript with the firft rofy Beam of the Morn To cull the green Tops. Come, my Turnip- tops buy! Then Turnip-Tops. 67 4 Then, with a few Half-pence or Pence I can earn, A Loaf for my poor Mammy’s Breakfaft I 'll buy ; And to-morrow again little Ann fhall return With Turnip-tops green and frelh gathered, to cry. A | a fn/iJlf* V l£k \ ' jrap llri't JShM mg, m MsnF r^hf “ The Sun rifes bright in the Air, The Dews of the Morning are dry." DAT. 1 A | "'HE Sun rifes bright in the Air, The Dews of the Morning are dry, Men and Beasts to their Labours repair, And the Lark wings his Way to the Sky. Now fresh from his moused Shed, The Hufbandman trudges along; And like the Lark over his Head, Begins the new Day with a Song. 2 Just now All around was so still; Not a Bird drew his Head from his Wing, Not an Echo was heard from the Hill, Not a Water-fly dipped in the Spring. Now, Everything wakes from its Sleep, The Shepherd Boy pipes to his Flock, The Common is speckled with Sheep, And cheerfully clamours the Cock. 3 Now, winding along on the Road, Half hid by the Hedges so gay, The Waggon drags flow with its Load, And its Bells tinkle, tinkle away. The Hufbandman follows his Plough Across the brown fallow Field’s Slope, And toils in the sweat of his Brow, Repaid by the Pleasures of Hope. The \ Noity and wide, Begins to look gloomy and gray; Now Business, and Pleasure, and Pride, March each in a different Way. My Lord and my Lady so fair, The Merchant, with dignified Look, And All to their Business repair, From the Nobleman down to his Cook. For the Dews of the Morning are flown, And the Sun rises bright in the Sky; Alike in the Field and the Town, Men and Beads to their Labour apply. And idle no Hand must remain, Nor Eye sink in Slumber so dark, For Evening is coming again, And the Night, in which no Man can work. And what is our Life but a Day? A short one that soon will be o’er; Without stopping it gallops away, And will never return any more. Then while its bright Beamings we have, Let us keep its grand Business in View, Before our Sun sets in the Grave, Which we know not how soon it may do. THE TELLOIF LEAF. 1 T SAW a Leaf come tilting down From a bare, wither’d Bough; The Leaf was dead, the Branch was brown, No Fruit was left it now. But much the rattling Tempeft blew, The naked Boughs among; And here and there came whirling through, A Leaf that loosedly hung. This Leaf, they tell me, once was green, Wafh’d by the Showers soft; High on the topmost Bough ’twas seen, And flourished up aloft. I saw an old Man totter flow, Wrinkled, and weak, and gray; He ’d hardly strength enough to go Ever so short a Way. His Ear was deaf, his Eye was dim, He leaned on Crutches High; But while I said to pity him, I saw him gas and die. The poor old Man was once as gay As rosy Health could be. Yes, and the youngest Head must lay, Ere long, as low as he. Mary never idle fits, She either few, or pins, or knits. 1 PORTING on the Village Green The pretty English Girl is seen; Or beside her Cottage neat, Knitting on the Garden-feat. Now within her humble Door, Sweeping clean the Kitchen Floor, Where, upon the wall so white, Hang her Coppers polished bright. Mary never idle fits, She either few, or pins, or knits, Hard she labours all the Week, With sparkling Eye and rosy Cheek. And on Sunday Mary goes, Neatly dressed in decent Clothes, Says her Prayers (a constant Rule), And hastens to the Sunday-school. O how good should we be found, Who live on England’s happy Ground! In harmless Sport and healthful Play He never passed his Time away! MISCHIEF. Those who are fond of idle Tricks, Of throwing Stones, and breaking Bricks, And all that Sort of Fun; Now hear a Tale of idle Jim, That they may warning take by him, Nor do as he has done. In harmless Sport and healthful Play He never passed his Time away, He took no Pleasure in it; For Mischief was his only Joy, Nor Book, nor Work, nor even Toy, Could please him for a Minute. A Neighbour’s House he’d fly past, And throw a Stone to break the Gl. And then enjoy the Joke; Or if a Window open flood, He'd throw in Stones or Bits of Wood To frighten all the Folk. If mischief. If travelers palling chanced to stay, Of idle Jim to ask the Way, He never told them right; And then, quite hardened in his Sin, Rejoiced to see them taken in, And laughed with all his Might. He had tied a string across the Street, So to entangle people's feet, And make them tumble down. Indeed, he was disliked so much That no good Boy would play with such A Nuisance to the Town. At last the Neighbors in Despair Could all these Tricks no longer bear; In short (to end the Tale), The Lad was curbed of all his Ways One Time, by spending a few Days In the County Jail. There were two little Girls, neither handsome nor plain, One's Name was Eliza, the other was Jane. There were two little Girls, neither handsome nor plain, One's Name was Eliza, the other was Jane; They were both of one Height, as I've heard People say, And both of an Age, I believe, to a Day. It was thought by most People, who (lightly had seen them, There was not a Pin to be chosen between them; But no One for long in this Notion perfumed, So great a distinction there really existed. Eliza knew well that she could not be pleating While fretting and fuming, while sulky or teasing; And therefore, in Company, artfully tried, Not to break her bad Habit, but only to hide. So when she was out, with much Labour and Pain, She contrived to look almost as pleating as Jane; But I’m sure you’d have laughed, to have Known all the while How her Mouth would oft ache while she forced It to smile. But But in spite of her care, it would sometimes befall that some cross Event happened to ruin it all; And because it might chance that her Share was the worst, Her Temper broke loose and her Dimples dispersed. But Jane, who had nothing she wanted to hide, And therefore these troublesome Arts never tried, Had none of the Care and Fatigue of concealing, But her Face always showed what her Boon was feeling. The Smiles that upon her sweet countenance were, At Home or abroad, they were constantly there; And Eliza worked hard, but could never obtain The Affection that freely was given to Jane. "Like cheerful Birds as I begin This Day, oh, keep my Soul from Sin!" RISING IN THE MORNING. In the morning, I have a welcome to my opening Eyes The morning Beam, which bids me rise To all the Joys of Youth; For thy Protection whilst I slept, O Lord, my humble Thanks accept, And bless my Lips with Truth. Like cheerful Birds as I begin This Day, oh, keep my Soul from Sin, And all Things shall be well. Thou gavest me Health and Clothes and Food, Preferve me, innocent and good, Till Evening Curfew Bell. Receive my Body, pretty Bed; Soft Pillow, O receive my Head. Soft Pillow, oh, receive my Head; And Thanks, my Parents kind: Those Comforts who for me provide, Their Precept still shall be my Guide, Their Love I'll keep in Mind. My hours spent this day, I rue, My good things done, how very few! Forgive my faults, O Lord! This night, if in thy grace I rest, Tomorrow may I rise refreshed, To keep thy holy word. Now they frolic, Hand in Hand, Making many a merry Chain. THE VILLAGE GREEN. In the cheerful Village Green, Scattered round with Houses neat, All the Boys and Girls are seen, Playing there with busy Feet. Now they frolic, Hand in Hand, Making many a merry Chain. Now they form a warlike Band, Marching over the level Plain. Then ascends the worsted Ball, High it rises in the Air; Or against the Cottage Wall, Up and down it bounces there. Or the Hoop, with even Race, Runs before the merry Crowd: Joy is seen in every Face; Joy is heard in Clamours loud. For among the Rich and Gay, Fine and Grand and decked in Laces, None appear more glad than they, With happier Hearts or happier Faces. Then, contented with my State, Let me envy not the Great, Since true Pleasure may be seen On a cheerful Village Green. For among the Rich and Gay, Fine and Grand and decked in Laces, None appear more glad than they, With happier Hearts or happier Faces. 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