OF BIRDS. 
When oh ! with grief the mufe relates 
The mournful fequel of my tales 
Sent by an order from the fates, 
A gunner met them in the vale. 
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Alarm’d, the lover cry’d, my dear, 
Hafte, hafte away, from danger fly; 
Here, gunner, point thy thunder here j 
O fpare my love, and let me die. 
At him the gunner took his aim ; 
His aim, alas ! was all too true : 
O ! had he chofe fome other game ! 
Or (hot, as he was wont to do ! 
Divided pair ! forgive the wrong, 
While I with tears your fate rehearfej 
I’ll join the widow’s* plaintive fong. 
And fave the lover in my verfe. 
The Gold-finches ; an Elegy. By Mr. Jag o. 
5 P W “V W A S gentle fpring, when all the tuneful rate, 
JL By nature taught, in nuptial leagues combine, 
A Gold-finch joy’d to meet the fond embrace, 
And heart and fortune with her mate to join,, 
Through nature’s fpacious walks at large they rang’d, 
No fettled haunts, no fix’d abode their aim ; 
As chance or fancy led, their path they chang’d, 
Themfelves in every vary’d fcene, the fame. 
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