But corn was housed, and beans were in the stack, His lamp now planted on Heaven's topmost arch, And heedless whither, to that field I came, 26 31 Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Sheep grazed the field; some with soft bosom pressed The herb as soft, while nibbling strayed the rest; 40 But when the huntsman, with distended cheek, 'Gan make his instrument of music speak, And from within the wood that crash was heard, 45 Though not a hound from whom it burst appeared, The sheep recumbent, and the sheep that grazed, All huddling into phalanx, stood and gazed, Admiring, terrified, the novel strain, Then coursed the field around, and coursed it round again; 50 But recollecting, with a sudden thought, That flight in circles urged advanced them nought, * Two woods belonging to John Throckmorton, Esq.-(C.) 55 They gathered close around the old pit's brink, 60 Birds of all feather, beasts of every name, 65 That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame; The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears He spells them true by intuition's light, This truth premised was needful as a text, 70 75 Awhile they mused; surveying every face, Thou hadst supposed them of superior race; Their periwigs of wool and fears combined, Stamped on each countenance such marks of mind, That sage they seemed, as lawyers o'er a doubt, Which, puzzling long, at last they puzzle out; Or academic tutors, teaching youths, Sure ne'er to want them, mathematic truths; When thus a mutton statelier than the rest, A ram, the ewes and wethers, sad, addressed. "Friends! we have lived too long. I never heard 80 * Ed. 1794 has "largeness." The mistake stands corrected in Ed. 1798, vol. II. p. 235. 85 90 Sounds such as these, so worthy to be feared. That, life to save, we leap into the pit." 95 100 Him answered then his loving mate and true, 105 But more discreet than he, a Cambrian ewe. "How! leap into the pit our life to save! To save our life leap all into the grave! For can we find it less? Contemplate first The depth, how awful! falling there, we burst: 110 Or should the brambles, interposed, our fall In part abate, that happiness were small; For with a race like theirs no chance I see Of peace or ease to creatures clad as we. Meantime, noise kills not. Be it Dapple's bray, 115 Or be it not, or be it whose it may, And rush those other sounds, that seem by tongues 120 While thus she spake, I fainter heard the peals, For Reynard, close attended at his heels By panting dog, tired man, and spattered horse, 125 Through mere good fortune, took a different course. The flock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much wondered that the silly sheep had found Such cause of terror in an empty sound So sweet to huntsman, gentleman, and hound. MORAL, Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, 130 BOADICEA.* VOL. II. AN ODE. HEN the British warrior queen, * Poems, Ed. 1782, p. 354. R 10 15 Sage beneath the spreading oak "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish-write that word "Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the groundHark! the Gaul is at her gates! "Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. "Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, "Regions Cæsar never knew, |