Reciprocal Kindness the Primary Law of Nature... 362 A Manual more ancient than the Art of Printing.... 363 An Enigma-"A needle, small as small can be".... 365 Sparrows self-domesticated in Trinity Coll., Cam- Strada's Nightingale.. Ode on the Death of a Lady who lived one hundred ..... .... .... 369 371 371 372 373 374 375 376 376 377 ........... 381 On Miltiades. ................................ On an Infant..................................... 381 By Heraclides.............................................................................. 381 On the Reed.. ............................... To Health........................................ 382 On Invalids.................................................................. 382 ............ .: 398 398 398 398 398 398 Translation from Virgil, Æneid, Book VIII. Line 18 404 Ovid. Trist. Book V. Eleg. XII..... A Reflection on the foregoing Ode... Hor. Book II. Ode XVI........... The Fifth Satire of the First Book of Horace........ 422 Montes Glaciales, in Oceano Germanico natantes... 436 On the Ice Islands seen floating in the German Ocean 437 Monumental Inscription to William Northcot 440 Motto on a Clock, with Translation by Hayley... A Simile Latinised................. On the Loss of the Royal George............. In Submersionem Navigii, cui Georgius Regale In Brevitatem Vitæ Spatii Hominibus concessi..... 444 COWPER'S POEMS. VOLUME II. THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOWWORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Released him, as my story tells, Those Christians best deserve the name AN EPISTLE TO AN AFFLICTED PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE. MADAM, A stranger's purpose in these lays Is to congratulate, and not to praise. To give the creature the Creator's due Were sin in me, and an offence to you. From man to man, or e'en to woman paid, Praise is the medium of a knavish trade, A coin by craft for folly's use design'd, Spurious, and only current with the blind. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road. The world may dance along the flowery plain, Cheer'd as they go by many a sprightly strain, Where Nature has her mossy velvet spread, With unshod feet they yet securely tread, |