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To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs ;
To monarchs dignity, to judges sense,
To artists ingenuity and skill;
To me an unambitious mind, content
In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long
Found here that leisure and that ease I wish'd,


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A frosty morning. - The foddering of cattle. The wood

man and his dog. --The poultry.Whimsical effe Ets of frost at a waterfall. --The Empress of Ruffia's palace of ice. Amusements of monarchs.--War, one of them.

-Wärs, whence- And whence monarchy.-Thé evils of it.- English and French loyalty contrasted. The Bastile, and a prisoner there.Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.- Modern patriotism queftionable, and wby.---The perishable nature of the best buman institutions. - Spiritual liberty not perisable.The savish state of man by nature. Deliver him, Deist, if you can. Grace must do it.The respective merits of patriots and martyrs fiated. Their different treatment.-- Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free. - His relish of the works of God. Address to the Creator.

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'Tis morning; and the fun with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon : while the clouds
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His Nanting ray
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And tinging all with his own rosy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a feeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance
I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean shank. The shapeless pair,
As they design’d to mock me, at my side
Take step for step; and as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall,
Prepoft'rous sight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarser grass upspearing o'er the rest,
Of late unsightly and unseen, now fhine
Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad,
And fedg’d with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and seem half petrify'd to Neep
In unrecumbent fadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder, not like hung'ring inan
Fretful if unfupply'd, but filent, meek,

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