Nor envies he aught more their idle sport
Who pant with application misapplied
To trivial toys, and pushing ivory balls
Across the velvet level, feel a joy
Akin to rapture, when the bauble finds
Its destined goal of difficult access.

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Nor deems he wiser him, who gives his noon

To Miss, the Mercer's plague, from shop to shop

Wandering, and littering with unfolded silks
The polished counter, and approving none,
Or promising with smiles to call again.
Nor him, who by his vanity seduced

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And soothed into a dream that he discerns

The difference of a Guido from a daub,

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Frequents the crowded auction. Station'd there

As duly as the Langford of the show,
With glass at eye, and catalogue in hand,
And tongue accomplished in the fulsome cant
And pedantry that coxcombs learn with ease,
Oft as the price-deciding hammer falls
He notes it in his book, then raps his box,
Swears 'tis a bargain, rails at his hard fate
That he has let it pass, but never bids.

Here unmolested, through whatever sign
The sun proceeds, I wander. Neither mist
Nor freezing sky, nor sultry, checking me,
Nor stranger intermeddling with my joy.
Even in the spring and play-time of the year
That calls the unwonted villager abroad
With all her little ones, a sportive train,
To gather king-cups in the yellow mead,
And prink their hair with daisies, or to pick
A cheap but wholesome sallad from the brook,

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These shades are all my own. The timorous hare, 305 Grown so familiar with her frequent guest,

Scarce shuns me; and the stock-dove unalarm'd

Sits cooing in the pine-tree, nor suspends
His long love-ditty for my near approach.

it is not play enough; it is too grave and serious a diversion, and I am ashamed to lay out as much thought and study upon that as would serve to much better uses.-Montaigne, (Cotton's), i. 50.

Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm
That age or injury has hollow'd deep,
Where on his bed of wool and matted leaves
He has outslept the winter, ventures forth
To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun,
The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play.
He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird,

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Ascends the neighbouring beech; there whisks his brush

And perks his ears, and stamps and scolds aloud,
With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm,

And anger insignificantly fierce.

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The heart is hard in nature, and unfit

For human fellowship, as being void

Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike

To love and friendship both, that is not pleased
With sight of animals enjoying life,

Nor feels their happiness augment his own.

The bounding fawn that darts across the glade

When none pursues, through mere delight of heart,
And spirits buoyant with excess of glee;

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The horse, as wanton and almost as fleet,

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That skims the spacious meadow at full speed,

Then stops and snorts, and throwing high his heels
Starts to the voluntary race again;

The very kine that gambol at high noon,

The total herd receiving first from one

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That leads the dance, a summons to be gay,

Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth
Their efforts, yet resolved with one consent
To give such act and utterance as they may
To ecstasy too big to be suppressed ;-
These, and a thousand images of bliss,

With which kind nature graces every scene
Where cruel man defeats not her design,
Impart to the benevolent, who wish

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All that are capable of pleasure pleased,

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A far superior happiness to theirs,

The comfort of a reasonable joy.

Man scarce had risen, obedient to His call

Who form'd him, from the dust his future grave,

When he was crown'd as never king was since.

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God set the diadem upon his head,

And angel choirs attended. Wondering stood

The new-made monarch, while before him pass'd,

All happy and all perfect in their kind,

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To see their sovereign, and confess his sway.
Vast was his empire, absolute his power,
Or bounded only by a law whose force
'Twas his sublimest privilege to feel
And own, the law of universal love.

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He ruled with meekness, they obeyed with joy.
No cruel purpose lurk'd within his heart,

And no distrust of his intent in theirs.

So Eden was a scene of harmless sport,

Where kindness on his part who ruled the whole
Begat a tranquil confidence in all,

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And fear as yet was not, nor cause for fear.

But sin marr'd all; and the revolt of man,

That source of evils not exhausted yet,

Was punish'd with revolt of his from him.

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Garden of God, how terrible the change

Thy groves and lawns then witness'd! every heart,

Each animal of every name, conceived

A jealousy and an instinctive fear,

And conscious of some danger, either fled

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Precipitate the loathed abode of man,

Or growl'd defiance in such angry sort,

As taught him too to tremble in his turn.

Thus harmony and family accord

Were driven from Paradise; and in that hour

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The seeds of cruelty that since have swell'd

To such gigantic and enormous growth,

Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil.
Hence date the persecution and the pain
That man inflicts on all inferior kinds,

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Regardless of their plaints. To make him sport,

To gratify the frenzy of his wrath,

Or his base gluttony, are causes good

And just in his account, why bird and beast

Should suffer torture, and the streams be dyed
With blood of their inhabitants impaled.

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Earth groans beneath the burthen of a war
Waged with defenceless innocence, while he,
Not satisfied to prey on all around,

Adds tenfold bitterness to death, by pangs
Needless, and first torments ere he devours.
Now happiest they that occupy the scenes
The most remote from his abhorr'd resort,
Whom once as delegate of God on earth
They fear'd, and as his perfect image loved.
The wilderness is theirs with all its caves,
Its hollow glens, its thickets, and its plains
Unvisited by man. There they are free,
And howl and roar as likes them, uncontrol'd,
Nor ask his leave to slumber or to play.
Woe to the tyrant if he dare intrude

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Within the confines of their wild domain;
The Lion tells him-I am monarch here,-

And if he spares him, spares him on the terms

Of royal mercy, and through generous scorn

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To rend a victim trembling at his foot.

In measure as by force of instinct drawn,
Or by necessity constrain'd, they live
Dependent upon man, those in his fields,
These at his crib, and some beneath his roof;
They prove too often at how dear a rate
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The spaniel dying for some venial fault,

Under dissection of the knotted scourge.
Witness the patient ox, with stripes and yells
Driven to the slaughter, goaded as he runs
To madness, while the savage at his heels
Laughs at the frantic sufferer's fury spent
Upon the guiltless passenger o'erthrown.
He too is witness, noblest of the train
That wait on man, the flight-performing horse :
With unsuspecting readiness he takes
His murderer on his back, and push'd all day
With bleeding sides and flanks that heave for life
To the far-distant goal, arrives and dies.

So little mercy shows who needs so much!
Does law, so jealous in the cause of man,

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