. Poems . a«. 203 Indeed my dear she cries tis true^ I see the horns as well as you: u Lord how they shoot! here Peter, Peter5 Come see this wondrous living creier? This growing ox I With humble air Poor Peter came and took a stare, Then scratchd his ear, then rubbd his head, And lookd abashd, yet smiling said Your honors hopes I fear will fail, For, bless your honor, thats a snail EXTEMPORE SIMILE, And then I markd, or ever the white foamCould follow from the shore the refluent waveAnother surge came on, and drove it backWith added force, and whitend all the strand:And thus, I said, in the fl
. Poems . a«. 203 Indeed my dear she cries tis true^ I see the horns as well as you: u Lord how they shoot! here Peter, Peter5 Come see this wondrous living creier? This growing ox I With humble air Poor Peter came and took a stare, Then scratchd his ear, then rubbd his head, And lookd abashd, yet smiling said Your honors hopes I fear will fail, For, bless your honor, thats a snail EXTEMPORE SIMILE, And then I markd, or ever the white foamCould follow from the shore the refluent waveAnother surge came on, and drove it backWith added force, and whitend all the strand:And thus, I said, in the flood tide of youthImpetuous passions urge each other on :But there will come an ebb, and these wild thoughts,If they, in act, have not oerpast the boundsOf reason, and of virtue, shall returnWith calmer current back, 204 TAL1ESSIN—a welch legend. Part the was the tempest, dark the hour, Wild rushd the furious blast;Caer Wyddnos turrets ownd its powr, And trembled as it past. Deep groans came mingli
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