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The Attic warbler pours her throat,
The untaught harmony of Spring :
Their gather'd fragrance fling,
Where'er the oak's thick branches Itretch
A broader, browner shade;
O'er-canopies the glade*:
With me the Muse Shall fit, and think
a bank O'ercanopy'd with luscious woodbine.
Shakesp. Midf. Night's Dream.
(At ease reclin'd in ruftic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud,
How indigent the Great!
Still is the toiling hand of Care :
The panting herds repose :
*The busy murmur glows !
And float amid the liquid noon* : Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some shew their gayly-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the sun t.
* “ Nare per æftatem liquidam"
Virgil. Georg. lib. 4. 4
sporting with quick glance Shew to the sun their way'd coats dropt with gold,
Milton's Paradise Loft, book 7.
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
In Fortune's varying colours drest:
They leave, in duft to rest.
Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
A solitary fly!
* While insects from the threshold preach, 63c.
M. GREEN, in the Grotto. Dodfley's Miscellanies, [Lond. Edit.] Vol. V. p. 861.