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To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs;
To monarchs dignity, to judges sense,
To artists ingenuity and skill ;
To me an unambitious mind, content
In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long
Found here that leisure and that ease I wilh'de


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ÁRGUMENT of the Fifth Book.

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A frosty morning. The foddering of cattle.--The wood

man and his dog.-The poultrý.-Whimsical effeEts of frost at å waterfall. The Empress of Ruffia's palace of ice. --- Amusements of monarchs-War, one of them. -Wars; whence- And whence monarchy.The evils of it. - English and French loyalty contrafted. The Bastile, and a prisoner there.--Liberty the chief recommendation of this country. Modern patriotism queftionable, and why. - The perishable nature of the best human institutions.--Spiritual liberty not perishable.The Navish state of man by nature. - Deliver him, Deist, if you can. --Grace must do it.-The respective gnerits of patriots and martyrs siated.Their different treatment.- Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free.

His relis of the works of God. Address to the Creator

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'Tis morning ; and the fun with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon: while the clouds
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ráy
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And tinging all with his own rosy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of fhadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

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In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With eye alkance
I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean shank. The shapeless pair,
As they design’d to mock me, at my side
Take step for step; and as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall,
Prepost'rous fight ! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge ; and the bents,
And coarser grass upspearing o'er the rest,
Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine
Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad,
And Aedg'd with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and feem half petrify'd to Neep
In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder, not like hung’ring man
Fretful if unsupply'd, but silent, meek,

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