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Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
Of Hagelet or flute.
The honours of his ebon poll
His bosom of the hue
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall soon arise,
sweep away the dew.
Above, below, in all the house,
Dire foe alike of bird and mouse,
No cat had leave to dwell;
And Bully's cage supported stood
of smoothest-shaven wood,
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Well-lattic'd—but the grate, alas!
For Bully's plumage sake,
The swains their baskets make.
Night veil'd the pole: all seem'd secure:
Subsistence to provide,
Long-back’d, long-tail'd, with whiskerd snout,
And badger-colour'd hide.
He, ent’ring at the study-door,
And something in the wind
Food chiefly for the mind.
Just then, by adverse fate impress'd,
In sleep he seem'd to view
Awoke and found it true.
For, aided both by ear and scent,
Ah, muse! forbear to speak
O had he made that too his
prey; That beak, whence issu'd many a lay
Of such mellifluous tone,
Might have repaid him well, I wote,
Fast stuck within his own.
REAS’NING at ev'ry step he treads,
way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.
One silent eye I wander'd late,
And heard the voice of love;
The turtle thus address'd her mate,
And sooth'd the list’ning dove;
Our mutual bond of faith and truth
No time shall disengage,
Shall cheer our latest age:
While innocence without disguise,
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there;
Those ills, that wait on all below,
Shall ne'er be felt by me, Or gently felt, and only so,
As being shar'd with thee.
When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hov’ring near,
And know no other fear.
'Tis then I feel myself a wife, And
press thy wedded side, Resolv'd a union form’d for life
Death never shall divide.