CONTENTS.

PART II.

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The Moralizer Corrected....

The Love of the World Reproved..

Mutual Forbearance..

Love Abused.

Pairing Time Anticipated

A Fable

The Pine-apple and Bee.....

The Poet, the Oyster, and Sensitive Plant

The Nightingale and Glow-worm.........

The Dog and the Water-Lily..

On a Spaniel........

The Doves...

The Faithful Bird.........

The Lily and the Rose......

On a Goldfinch..

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The Modern Patriot....

TRANSLATIONS FROM VINCENT BOURNE.

I. The Glow-worm..

II. The Jackdaw

III. The Cricket

IV. The Parrot.....

V. Reciprocal Kindness

VI. The Thracian

VII. A Manual more Ancient than Printing

VIII. An Enigma ........

IX. Sparrows Self-domesticated

X. Familiarity Dangerous.

XI. Invitation to the Redbreast

XII. Strada's Nightingale

XIII. On the Death of a Lady, who lived one

hundred years

XIV. The Cause Won

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XVIII. The Tears of a Painter...

XIX. The Maze........

85

XX. No Sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer........

XXI. The Snail...

Hymn for the use of the Sunday School at Olney...... 87

Stanzas on a Bill of Mortality, 1787

Another, for 1793

Auother, for 1792.

Inscription for a Stone on a Grove of Oak

Memorial for Ashley Cowper, Esq.

To the Memory of John Thornton, Esq.

To the Memory of Dr. Lloyd

Epitaph on Mrs. Higgins....

on Mr. Hamilton

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、、、.................... on a Hare

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MINOR POEMS.

PART II.

VERSES

SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY

ALEXANDER SELKIRK,

DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ.

I AM monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude! where are the charms,

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.

I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet music of speech;
I start at the sound of my own.

The beasts that roam over the plain,
My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.

Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestow'd upon man,
O, had I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again!
My sorrows I then might assuage

In the ways of religion and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.

Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word!
More precious than silver and gold,
Or all that this earth can afford.
But the sound of the church-going bell
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.

Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore

Some cordial endearing report

Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send

A wish or a thought after me?

O tell me I yet have a friend,

Though a friend I am never to see.

How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.

But the seafowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair;
Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair.
There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought!
Gives even affliction a grace,

And reconciles man to his lot.