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* But rous'd to rage, indignant heaves
And strew with shipwrecks, eviny shore:
On Barca's sultry plains I light, • And make at once the desert rise • In dusty, whirlwinds to the skies; • In vain the trav’ller turns his steeds • And shuns me with his utmost speed;
I overtake him as he flies, • O'erblown he strugglesy, pants and dies.** • Where some proud city lifts in air • Its spires, I make a desert bare • And, when I chuse, for pastime's sake, • Can with a mountain shift a lake; • The Nile himself, at my command,
Oft hides his head beneath the sand, • And ʼmidst dry deserts blown and tossid, • For many a sultry league is lost.. • All this I do with perfect ease, • And can repeat where'er k please : 62
• I bid the op'ning blooms unfold 3691 Me • Their streaks of purple, blue and gold,
da bih * And waft their fragrance to impart • That new delight to ev'ry heart,
Which makes the shepherd all day long • To carol sweet his vernal song :***
The summer's sultry heat to cool, * From ev'ry river, lake and pool, * I skim fresh airs. The tawny swain,
Who turns at noon the furrow'd plain, • Refresh'd and trusting in my aid, * His task pursues and scorns the shade: . And e'en on Afric's sultry coast, I • Where such immense exploits you boast, • I blow to cool the panting flocks • 'Midst deserts brown, and sun-burnt rocks,
And health and vigour oft supply and • To such as languish, faint and dies • Those humbler offices you nam'd, • To own I'll never be asham'd, • With twenty others that conduce
To public good, or private use:
The Tempest, that, till now, had lent
Since reasons fail'd, resolv'd in course
THE BOY AND THE RAINBOW.
Descend to instances, and try; An ox will scarce attempt to fly,
Quoth he, . The solo which iye heard . In public should not have appear'd;
The trifling of an idle thour, 571511 - To please my mistress once when sour: • My voice, that's somewhat rough and strong, • Might-chance the melody to wrong, on T • But, tried by rules, you'll find the grounds • Most perfect and harmonious sounds.' IT" He reason'd thus; but, to his trouble, H: At ev'ry word the laugh"grew double, on o1 At last, o'ercome with shame and spite, ani Away he flew far outrof sight. OHT.
THE BREEZE AND THE TEMPEST.
i . By'Wakie.
That nation boasts a happy fate