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The Task - Continued.
God made the country, and man made the town. *
Book ii. The Timepiece.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Variety's the very spice of life,
*“God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.”
COWLEY. † Be England what she will With all her faults she is my country still.
The Farewell. CHURCHILL.
The Task - Continued.
She that asks Her dear five hundred friends.
Book iii. The Garden.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust.
From reveries so airy, from the toil
How various his employments whom the world
Book iv. Winter Evening. And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
”T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
Book v. Winter Morning Walk. But war 's a game which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
The Task — Continued.
Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon.
Here the heart
I would not on my list of friends
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude !
She had a frugal mind.
A hat not much the worse for wear.
Lines to his Mother's Picture. O that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Walking with God. What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory
still! But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
My right there is none to dispute.
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
But the sound of the church-going bell
Those valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
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.
Observing some names of little note.
parson, oh illustrious spark ! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk !
A Fable. (Moral.) 'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours.
How he esteems your merit,
much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it.
The Needless Alarm. (Moral.) Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have passed away.
Church, army, physic, law,
And says — what says he ? - Caw.