POEMS. :>o;, 



Thro' all his maze of melody ; the brake 



Loud with the black-bird's bolder note resounds. 



Sooth'd by the genial warmth, the cawing rook 

 Anticipates the spring, selects her mate, 

 Haunts her tall nest-trees, and with sedulous care 

 Repairs her wicker eyrie, tempest torn. 



The plough-man inly smiles to see upturn 

 His mellow glebe, best pledge of future crop : 

 With glee the gardener eyes his smoking beds : 

 E'en pining sickness feels a short relief. 



The happy school-boy brings transported forth 

 His long-forgotten scourge, and giddy gig : 

 O'er the white paths he whirls the rolling hoop, 

 Or triumphs in the dusty fields of taw. 



Not so the museful sage : abroad he walks 

 Contemplative, if haply he may find 

 What cause eontrouls the tempest's rage, or whence 

 Amidst the savage season winter smiles. 



For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm. 

 At length some drops prelude a change : the sun 

 With ray refracted bursts the parting gloom ; 

 When all the chequer' d sky is one bright glare. 



Mutters the wind at eve : th' horizon round 

 With angry aspect scowls : down rush the showers, 

 And float the delug'd paths, and miry fields. 



TWV 'PoSttov \\i$o 



THE RHODIAN CHILDREN, AS THEY GO A 

 SWALLOWING. 



THE swallow ! the swallow ! she does with her bring 

 Soft seasons, and all the delights of the spring : 

 The swallow ! the swallow ! we're sure we are right, 

 For her back is all black, and her belly all white. 

 From y r stores, ye good house-wives, produce, if you please, 

 Lumps of figs, jugs of wine, and some wheat, and some cheese 

 With some hen-eggs the swallow will well be content : 

 Must we go then ; or shall we have anything sent? 



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