O! if the muse must flatter lawless sway, But the fall'n ruins of another's fame; Then teach me, Heav'n! to scorn the guilty bays, Drive from my breast that wretched thirst of praise ; Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown, O! grant an honest fame, or grant me none! SORROW, POPE BENEATH Some hoary mountain I'll lay me down and weep, Where feather'd choirs combining With gentle murm'ring streams, ADDISON, Temperance.-The African Prince. 129 TEMPERANCE. -THERE's not an African That traverses our vast Numidian deserts ADDISON. THE AFRICAN PRINCE. I've known young Juba rise before the sun, seen you Ev'n 130 Mountains of Ice.-A Storm in a Desert. Ev'n in the Libyan dog days hunt him down, Then charge him close, provoke him to the rage Of fangs and claws, and, stooping from your horse, Rivet the panting savage to the ground. ADDISON. MOUNTAINS OF ICE. ZEMBLA'S cold rocks, the beauteous work of frost, Rise white in hair, and glitter o'er the coast; And on th' impassive ice the lightnings play; POPE. A STORM IN A DESERT. So where the wide Numidian wastes extend, Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away. The The Goldfinch starved in his Cage. 131 The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, Sees the dry desert all around him rise, And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies. ADDISON. THE GOLDFINCH STARVED IN HIS CAGE. TIME was when I was free as air, My drink the morning dew; But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain, And of a transient date; For caught and cag'd and starv'd to death, Soon pass'd the wiry grate. Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual close And cure of every ill! More cruelty could none express, COWPER. 132 The Pine-Apple and the Bee. THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE. THE pine-apples in triple row Our dear delights are often such: COWPER. |