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“ Beyond my sight the prey's secure :
“ The Hound is slow, but always sure:
“And had I his sagacious scent,
“ Jove ne'er had heard my discontent.”

The Lion craved the Fox's art;
The Fox, the Lion's force and heart.
The Cock implored the Pigeon's flight,
Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light:
The Pigeon strength of wing despised,
And the Cock's matchless valour prized :
The Fishes wished to graze the plain;
The Beasts to skim beneath the main.-
Thus, envious of another's state,
Each blamed the partial hand of Fate.

The bird of heaven then cried aloud, “Jove bids disperse the murm'ring crowd ; “ The God rejects your idle prayers. “ Would ye, rebellious mutineers ! “Entirely change your name and nature, “And be the very envy'd creature ? " What, silent all, and none consent ? “Be happy then and learn content ! "Nor imitate the restless mind, "And proud ambition of mankind.”


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Beside that couch his brother's form,

Lord Edmund, seemed to stand,Such, and so pale, as when in death

He grasped his brother's hand;

Such, and so pale his face, as when,

With faint and faltering tongue, To William's care, a dying charge,

He left his orphan son.

" I bade thee with a father's love

My orphan Edmund guard-
Well, William, hast thou kept thy charge!

Now take thy due reward."

He started up, each limb convulsed

With agonizing fear ;-
He only heard the storm of night, -

'Twas music to his ear.

When lo! the voice of loud alarm

His in most soul appals ; “ What, ho! Lord William, rise in haste !

The water saps thy walls !"

He rose, in haste,-beneath the walls

He saw the flood appear ; It hemmed him round, 'twas midnight now,

No human aid was near !

He heard the shout of joy! for now

A boat approached the wall ; And eager to the welcome aid

They crowd for safety all.-

“My boat is small," the boatman cried,

66'Twill bear but one away ; Come in Lord William, and do ye

In God's protection stay."

The boatman plied the oar, the boat

Went light along the stream ;Sudden Lord William heard a cry

Like Edmund's drowning scream.

The boatman paused," Methought I heard

A child's distressful cry!" “ 'Twas but the howling winds of night,"

Lord William made reply.

“ Haste !-haste !-ply swift and strong the oar !

Haste !-haste across the stream ! Again Lord William heard a cry Like Edmund's drowning scream.

" I heard a child's distressful scream,”

The boatman cried again.
Nay, hasten on !—the night is dark-
And we should search in vain."

And, oh! Lord William, dost thou know

How dreadful 'tis to die? And canst thou without pitying hear

A child's expiring cry?

• How horrible it is to sink

Beneath the chilly stream !
To stretch the powerless arms in vain!

In vain for help to scream!”

The shriek again was heard : It came

More deep, more piercing loud :That instant o'er the flood, the moon

Shone through a broken cloud ;

And near them they beheld a child;

Upon a crag he stood,
A little crag, and all around

Was spread the rising flood.

The boatman plied the oar, the boat

Approached his resting-place :
The moonbeam shone upon the child,

And showed how pale his face. “ Now reach thine hand !" the boatman cried,

“ Lord William, reach and save !"The child stretched forth his little hands To grasp

the hand he gave. Then William shrieked ; the hand he touched

Was cold, and damp, and dead ! He felt young Edmund in his arms,

A heavier weight than lead !

The boat sunk down—the murderer sunk,

Beneath the avenging stream ; He rose

-he shrieked-no human ear Heard William's drowning scream.


A Raven, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly pressed,
And on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted,
(A fault philosophers might blame,
If quite exempted from the same,)
Enjoyed at ease the genial day:
'Twas April, as the bumpkins say:
But suddenly a wind as high
As ever swept a winter sky,
Shook the young leaves about her ears,
And filled her with a thousand fears,
Lest the rude blast should snap the bough,
And spread her golden hopes below.

But just at eve the blowing weather,
And all her fears were hushed together :

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