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The careful insect 'midst his works I view, He greedily sucks in the twining bait,
You must not every worm promiscuous use, And in the little bulk a mighty soul appears. Judgment will tell the proper bait to choose :
Or when the plowman leaves the task of day, The worm that draws a long immoderate size, And trudging homeward, whistles on the way; The trout abhors, and the rank morsel flies; When the big-udder'd cows with patience stand, And, if too small, the naked fraud 's in sight, Waiting the strokings of the damsel's hand; And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. No warbling cheers the woods; the feather'd choir, Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains, To court kind slumbers, to the sprays retire ; Whose polish'd tails a shining yellow stains : When no rude gale disturbs the sleeping trees, Cleanse them from filth, to give a tempting gloss Nor aspen leaves confess the gentlest breeze; Cherish the sullied reptile race with moss ; Engag'd in thought, to Neptune's bounds I stray, Amid the verdant bed they twine, they toil, To take my farewell of the parting day;
And from their bodies wipe their native soil. Far in the deep the Sun his glory hides,
But when the Sun displays his glorious beams, A streak of gold the sea and sky divides :
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly. Now Night in silent state begins to rise,
To frame the little animal, provide And twinkling orbs bestrow th' uncloudy skies; All the gay hues that wait on female pride; Her borrow'd lustre growing Cynthia lends, Let Nature guide thee! sometimes golden wire And on the main a glittering path extends ; The shining bellies of the fly require ; Millions of worlds hang in the spacious air, The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Which round their suns their annual circles steer; Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Sweet contemplation elevates my sense,
Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, While I survey the works of Providence.
And lends the growing insect proper wings;
And every fur promote the fisher's art.
Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts betrays. As in successive course the seasons roll,
Mark well the various seasons of the year, So circling pleasures recreate the soul.
How the succeeding insect race appear : When genial Spring a living warmth bestows, In this revolving Moon one color reigns, And o'er the year her verdant mantle throws, Which in the next the fickle trout disdains. No swelling inundation hides the grounds, Oft have I seen the skilful angler try But crystal currents glide within their bounds : The various colors of the treacherous fly; The finny brood their wonted haunts forsake, When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'd the brook Float in the sun, and skim along the lake; And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, With frequent leap they range the shallow streams, He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Their silver coats reflect the dazzling beams. Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw; Now let the fisherman his toils prepare,
When, if an insect fall, (his certain guide) And arm himself with every watery snare ; He gently takes him from the whirling tide; His hooks, his lines, peruse with careful eye, Examines well his form with curious eyes, Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tie.
His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns, and size, When floating clouds their spongy fleeces drain, Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds, Troubling the streams with swift-descending rain; And on the back a speckled feather binds ; And waters tumbling down the mountain's side, So just the colors shine through every part, Bear the loose soil into the swelling tide ;
That Nature seems again to live in Arl. Then soon as vernal gales begin to rise,
Let not thy wary step advance too near, And drive the liquid burthen through the skies, While all thy hopes hang on a single hair; The fisher to the neighboring current speeds, The new-form'd insect on the water moves, Whose rapid surface purls unknown to weeds: The speckled trout the curious snare approves ; Upon a rising border of the brook
Upon the curling surface let it glide, He sits him down, and ties the treacherous hook ; With natural motion from thy hand supplied ; Now expectation cheers his eager thought, Against the stream now gently let it play, His bosom glows with treasures yet uncaught; Now in the rapid eddy roll away. Before his eyes a banquet seems to stand,
The scaly shoals float by, and, seiz'd with fear, Where every guest applauds his skilful hand. Behold their fellows tost in thinner air:
Far up the stream the twisted hair he throws, But soon they leap, and catch the swimming bait Which down the murmuring current gently flows; Plunge on the hook, and share an equal fate. When, if or chance or hunger's powerful sway When a brisk gale against the current blows, Directs the roving trout his fatal way,
And all the watery plain in wrinkles flows
Then let the fisherman his art repeat,
Yet, if for sylvan sports thy bosom glow, Where bubbling eddies favor the deceit.
Let thy fleet greyhound urge his flying foe. If an enormous salmon chance to spy
With what delight the rapid course I view! The wanton errors of the floating fly,
How does my eye the circling race pursue ! He lifts his silver gills above the flood,
He snaps deceitful air with empty jaws; And greedily sucks in th' unfaithful food ;
The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws; Then downlward plunges with the fraudful prey, She Nies, he stretches, now with nimble bound And bears with joy the little spoil away: Eager he presses on, but overshoots his ground; Soon in smart pain he feels the dire mistake, She turns, he winds, and soon regains the way, Lashes the wave, and beats the foamy lake; Then tears with gory mouth the screaming prey. With sudden rage he now aloft appears,
What various sport does rural life afford ! And in his eye convulsive anguish bears;
What unbought dainties heap the wholesome board! And now again, impatient of the wound,
Nor less the spaniel, skilful to betray, He rolls and wreathes his shining body round; Rewards the fowler with the feather'd prey. Then headlong shoots beneath the dashing tide, Soon as the laboring horse, with swelling veins, The trembling fins the boiling wave divide. Hath safely hous'd the farmer's doubtful gains, Now hope exalts the fisher's beating heart, To sweet repast th' unwary partridge flies, Now he turns pale, and fears his dubious art; With joy amid the scatter'd harvest lies; He views the tumbling fish with longing eyes, Wandering in plenty, danger he forgets, While the line stretches with th' unwieldy prize ; Nor dreads the slavery of entangling nets. Each motion humors with his steady hands, The subtle dog scours with sagacious nose And one slight hair the mighty bulk commands; Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows; Till, tir'd at last, despoil'd of all his strength, Against the wind he takes his prudent way, The game athwart the stream unfolds his length. While the strong gale directs him to the prey ; He now, with pleasure, views the gasping prize Now the warm scent assures the covey near, Gnash his sharp teeth, and roll his blood-shot eyes; He treads with caution, and he points with fear; Then draws him to the shore, with artful care, Then (lest some sentry-fowl the fraud descry, And lifis his nostrils in the sickening air :
And bid his fellows from the danger fly) Upon the burthen'd stream he floating lies, Close to the ground in expectation lies, Stretches his quivering fins, and gasping dies. Till in the snare the fluttering covey rise.
Would you preserve a numerous finny race; Soon as the blushing light begins to spread, Let your fierce dogs the ravenous otter chase And glancing Phoebus gilds the mountain's head, (Th' amphibious monster ranges all the shores, His early flight th' ill-fated partridge takes, Darts through the waves, and every haunt explores). And quits the friendly shelter of the brakes; Or let the gin his roving steps betray,
Or, when the Sun casts a declining ray, And save from hostile jaws the scaly prey.
And drives his chariot down the western way, I never wander where the bordering reeds Let your obsequious ranger search around, O'erlook the muddy stream, whose tangling weeds Where yellow stubble withers on the ground; Perplex the fisher; I nor choose to bear
Nor will the roving spy direct in vain, The thievish nightly net, nor barbed spear; But numerous coveys gratify thy pain. Nor drain I ponds, the golden carp to take, When the meridian Sun contracts the shade, Nor troll for pikes, dispeoplers of the lake; And frisking heifers seek the cooling glade ; Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, Or when the country floats with sudden rains, No blood of living insects stain my line.
Or driving mists deface the moisten’d plains; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook In vain his toils th’unskilful fowler tries, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, While in thick woods the feeding partridge lies. Silent along the mazy margin stray,
Nor must the sporting verse the gun forbear, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey. But what's the fowler's be the Muse's care.
See how the well-taught pointer leads the way; Canto II.
The scent grows warm; he stops : he springs the
prey ; Now, sporting Muse, draw in the flowing reins. The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise, Leave the clear streams awhile for sunny plains. And on swift wing divide the sounding skies; Should you the various arms and toils rehearse, The scattering lead pursues the certain sight, And all the fisherman adorn thy verse;
And death in thunder overtakes their flight. Should you the wide encircling net display, Cool breathes the morning air, and Winter's hand And in its spacious arch enclose the sea; Spreads wide her hoary mantle o'er the land ; Then haul the plunging load upon the land, Now to the copse thy lesser spaniel take, And with the sole and turbot hide the sand ; Teach him to range the ditch, and force the brake It would extend the growing theme too long, Not closest coverts can protect the game : And tire the reader with the watery song. Hark! the dog opens; take thy certain aim.
Let the keen hunter from the chase refrain, The woodcock flutters ; how he wavering flies! Nor render all the plowman's labor vain,
The wood resounds: he wheels, he drops, he dies When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn, The towering hawk let future poets sing, And clothes the fields with golden ears of corn. Who lerror bears upon his soaring wing : Now, now, ye reapers, to your task repair, Let them on high the frighted hern survey, Hlaste! save the product of the bounteous year: And lofty numbers point their airy fray. To the wide-gathering hook long furrows
Nor shall the mounting lark th Muse detain, And rising sheaves extend through all the field. That greets the morning with his early strain ;
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When, 'midst his song, the twinkling glass betrays, No midnight masquerade her beauty wears,
No homebred jars her quiet state control,
Hang on her breast, and her small cottage grace ; And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The fleecy ball their busy fingers cull, The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn, Or from the spindle draw the lengthening wool : Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn;
Thus flow her hours with constant peace of mind
The kind rewarders of industrious life;
Farewell The city calls me from your bowers :
Quo te Moeri pedes? an quo via ducit, in urbem ? Till, spent at last, she pants, and heaves for breath,
Virg. Then lays her down, and waits devouring death. But stay, adventurous Muse! hast thou the force
Воок І. To wind the twisted horn, to guide the horse ?
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets, and Signs To keep thy seat unmoy'd, hast thou the skill,
of the Weather. O’er the high gate, and down the headlong hill ? Canst thou the stag's laborious chase direct, Through winter streets to steer your course aright, Or the strong fox through all his arts detect? How to walk clean by day, and safe by night; The theme demands a more experienc'd lay : How jostling crowds with prudence to decline, Ye mighty hunters ! spare this weak essay. When to assert the wall, and when resign,
O happy plains, remote from war's alarms, I sing: thou, Trivia, goddess, aid my song, And all the ravages of hostile arms!
Through spacious streets conduct thy bard along; And happy shepherds, who, secure from fear, By thee transported, I securely stray On open downs preserve your fleecy care! Where winding alleys lead the doubtful way, Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store, The silent court and opening square explore, And whirling flails disjoint the cracking floor! And long perplexing lanes untrod before. No barbarous soldier, bent on cruel spoil, To pave thy realm, and smooth the broken ways, Spreads desolation o'er your fertile soil ;
Earth from her womb a flinty tribute pays; No trampling steed lays waste the ripen'd grain, For thee the sturdy pavior thumps the ground, Nor crackling fires devour the promis'd gain; Whilst every stroke his laboring lungs resound; No flaming beacons cast their blaze afar, For thee the scavenger bids kennels glide The dreadful signal of invasive war;
Within their bounds, and heaps of dirt subside. No trumpet's clangour wounds the mother's ear, My youthful bosom burns with thirst of fame, And calls the lover from his swooning fair. From the great theme to build a glorious name,
What happiness the rural maid attends, To tread in paths to ancient bards unknown, In cheerful labor while each day she spends! And bind my temples with a civic crown:. She gratefully receives what Heaven has sent, But more my country's love demands my lays; And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
My country's be the profit, mine the praise ! (Such happiness, and such unblemish'd fame, When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, Ne'er glad the bosom of the courtly dame): And clean your shoes” resounds from every voice, She never feels the spleen's imagin'd pains, When late their miry sides stage-coaches show, Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins ;
And their stiff horses through the town move slow, She never loses life in thoughtless ease,
When all the Mall in leafy ruin lies, Nor on the velvet couch invites disease ;
And damsels first renew their oyster-cries : Her home-spun dress in simple neatness lies, Then let the prudent walker shoes provide, And for no glaring equipage she sighs :
Not of the Spanish or Morocco hide ; Her reputation, which is all her boast,
The wooden heel may raise the dancer's bound, In a malicious visit ne'er was lost;
And with the scallop'd top his step be crown d:
Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, O happy streets! to rumbling wheels unknown,
Nor should it prove thy less important care, Her rosy cheek with distant visits glow'd,
And exercise unartful charms bestow'd Now in thy trunk thy D'Oily habit fold,
But since in braided gold her foot is bound, The silken drugget ill can fence the cold; And a long training mantua sweeps the ground, The frieze's spongy nap is soakd with rain, Her shoe disdains the street; the lazy fair, And showers soon drench the camlet's cockled grain; With narrow step, aflects a limping air. True Witney* broad-cloth, with its shag unshorn, Now gaudy pride corrupts the lavish age, Unpierc'd is in the lasting tempest worn :
And the streets fame with glaring equipage; Be this the horseman's sence, for who would wear The tricking gamester insolently rides, Amid the town the spoils of Russia's bear? With Loves and Graces on his chariot sides; Within the roquelaure's clasp thy hands are pent, In saucy state the griping broker sits, Hands, that, stretch'd forth, invading harms prevent. And laughs at honesty and trudging wits. Let the loop'd bavaroy the fop embrace,
For you, O honest men! these useful lays Or his deep cloak bespatter'd o'er with lace. The Muse prepares; I seek no other praise. That garment best the winter's rage defends, When sleep is first disturb’d by morning cries, Whose ample form without one plait depends ; From sure prognostics learn to know the skies, By various namest in various counties known, Lest you of rheums and coughs at night complain Yet held in all the true surtout alone;
Surpris'd in dreary fogs, or driving rain. Be thine of kersey firm, though small the cost, When suffocating mists obscure the morn, Thera brave unwet the rain, unchill'd the frost. Let thy worst wig, long us'd to storms, be worn;
If the strong cane support thy walking hand, This knows the powder'd footman, and with care Chairmen no longer shall the wall command; Beneath his flapping hat secures his hair. Ev'n sturdy carmen shall thy nod obey,
Be thou for every season justly drest, And rattling coaches stop to make thee way: Nor brave the piercing frost with open breast; This shall direct thy cautious tread aright,
And, when the bursting clouds a deluge pour, Though not one glaring lamp enliven night. Let thy surtout defend the drenching shower. Let beaux their canes, with amber tipt, produce; The changing weather certain signs reveal. Be theirs for empty show, but thine for use. Ere Winter sheds her snow, or frosts congeal, In gilded chariots while they loll at ease,
You'll see the coals in brighter flame aspire, And lazily insure a life's disease ;
And sulphur tinge with blue the rising fire ; While softer chairs the tawdry load convey Your tender shins the scorching heat decline, To court, to White's, assemblies, or the play ; And at the dearth of coals the poor repine ; Rosy-complexion'd Health thy steps attends, Before her kitchen hearth, the nodding dame, And exercise thy lasting youth defends.
In flannel mantle wrapt, enjoys the flame; Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gifts profane: Hovering, upon her feeble knees she bends, Thus some beneath their arm support the cane; And all around the grateful warmth ascends. The dirty point ost checks the careless pace, Nor do less certain signs the town advise And miry spots the clean cravat disgrace.
of milder weather and serener skies. Oh! may I never such misfortune meet!
The ladies, gaily dress'd, the Mall adorn May no such vicious walkers crowd the street! With various dyes, and paint the sunny morn : May Providence o'ershade me with her wings, The wanton fawns with frisking pleasure range, While the bold Muse experienc'd danger sings! And chirping sparrows greet the welcome change,
Not that I wander from my native home, Not that their minds with greater skill are fraught,* And (tempting perils) foreign cities roam.
Endued by instinct, or by reason taught : Let Paris be the theme of Gallia's Muse,
The seasons operate on every breast; Where slavery treads the streets in wooden shoes. 'Tis hence the fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. Nor do I rove in Belgia's frozen clime,
When on his box the nodding coachman snores, And teach the clumsy boor to skate in rhyme; And dreams of fancied fares; when tavern doors Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend, The chairmen idly crowd; then ne'er refuse No miry ways industrious steps offend;
To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes. The rushing flood from sloping pavements pours, But when the swinging signs your ears offend And blackens the canals with dirty showers. With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; Let others Naples' smoother streets rehearse, Soon shall the kennels swell with rapid streams, And with proud Roman structures grace their verse, And rush in muddy torrents to the Thames. Where frequent murders wake the night with groans, The bookseller, whose shop 's an open square, And blood in purple torrents dyes the stones. Foresees the tempest, and with early care, Nor shall the Muse through narrow Venice stray, of learning strips the rails; the rowing crew, Where gondolas their painted oars display. To tempt a fare, clothe all their tilts in blue;
* A town in Oxfordshire.
* Haud equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis,
VIRG. Georg. 1.
On hosiers' poles depending stockings tied, Her cleanly pail the pretty housewife bears,
[sounds The milky burthen smokes upon her head,
Vulcan by chance the bloomy maiden spies,
Ah, Mulciber! recall thy nuptial vows,
Think how her eyes dart inexhausted charms,
When blue-ey'd Patty near his window came, Nor Paul nor Swithin rule the clouds and wind. His anvil rests, his forge forgets to flame.
If you the precepts of the Muse despise, To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays; And slight the faithful warning of the skies, What woman can resist the force of praise? Others you'll see, when all the town's afloai, At first she coyly every kiss withstood, Wrapt in th' embraces of a kersey coat,
And all her cheek was flush'd with modest blood, Or double-bottom'd frieze; their guarded feet With headless nails he now surrounds her shoes, Defy the muddy dangers of the street;
To save her steps from rains and piercing dews. While you, with hat unloop'd, the fury dread She lik'd his soothing tales, his presents wore, Of spouts high streaming, and with cautious tread And granted kisses, but would grand no more. Shun every dashing pool, or idly stop,
Yet Winter chilld her feet, with cold she pines, To seek the kind protection of a shop.
And on her cheek the fading rose declines; But business summons; now with hasty scud No more her humid eyes their lustre boast, You jostle for the wall; the spatter'd mud And in hoarse sounds her melting voice is lost. Hides all thy hose behind ; in vain you scour, Thus Vulcan saw, and in his heavenly thought Thy wig, alas! uncurl'd, admits the shower. A new machine mechanic fancy wrought, So fierce Alecto's snaky tresses fell,
Above the mire her shelter'd steps to raise, When Orpheus charm’d the rigorous powers of Hell; And bear her safely through the wintery ways. Or thus hung Glaucus' beard, with briny dew Straight the new engine on his anvil glows, Clotted and straight, when first his amorous view And the pale virgin on the patte Surpris'd the bathing fair; the frighted maid No more her lungs are shook with dropping rheums, Now stands a rock, transform'd by Circe's aid. And on her cheek reviving beauty blooms.
Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, The god obtain'd his suit : though flattery fail, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise;
Presents with female virtue must prevail. Or, underneath th' umbrella's oily shed,
The patten now supports each frugal dame,
Of walking the Streets by Day.
Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes And from its origin deduce its name.
To read the various warnings of the skies : Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny soil, Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town A goodly yeoman liv'd, grown white with toil; And for the public safety risk thy own. One only daughter bless'd his nuptial bed,
For ease and for dispatch, the morning's best; Who from her infant hand the poultry fed : No tides of passengers the streets molest. Martha (her careful mother's name) she bore, You 'll seo a draggled damsel here and there, But now her careful mother was no more. From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear; Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd, On doors the sallow milk-maid chalks her gains, Patty he fondly call'd the smiling maid ;
Ah! how unlike the milk-maid of the plains ! As years increas’d, her ruddy beanty grew, Before proud gates attending asses bray, And Patty's fame o'er all the village flew. Or arrogate with solemn pace the way ;
Soon as the grey-ey'd morning streaks the skies, These grave physicians with their milky cheer And in the doubtful day the woodcock flies, The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair