. Spring . ng inspired,Gives instant courage to the fearful race,And to the simple, art. With stealthy wing,Should some rude foot their woody haunts molest,Amid a neighbouring bush they silent drop,61 Cfje Reasons, And whirring thence, as if alarmed, deceiveThe unfeeling school-boy. Hence, around the headOf wandering swain, the white-winged plover wheelsHer sounding flight, and then directly onIn long excursion skims the level lawn,To tempt him from her nest. The wild-duck, hence,Oer the rough moss, and oer the trackless wasteThe heath-hen flutters (pious fraud!) to leadThe hot pursuing spanie
. Spring . ng inspired,Gives instant courage to the fearful race,And to the simple, art. With stealthy wing,Should some rude foot their woody haunts molest,Amid a neighbouring bush they silent drop,61 Cfje Reasons, And whirring thence, as if alarmed, deceiveThe unfeeling school-boy. Hence, around the headOf wandering swain, the white-winged plover wheelsHer sounding flight, and then directly onIn long excursion skims the level lawn,To tempt him from her nest. The wild-duck, hence,Oer the rough moss, and oer the trackless wasteThe heath-hen flutters (pious fraud!) to leadThe hot pursuing spaniel far astray. Be not the Muse ashamed, here to bemoanHer brothers of the grove, by tyrant manInhuman caught, and in the narrow cageFrom liberty confined, and boundless are the pretty slaves, their plumage dull,Ragged, and all its brightening lustre lost;Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes,Which, clear and vigorous, warbles from the then, ye friends of love and love-taught song, 62. Spring. Spare the soft tribes, this barbarous art for-bear,If on your bosom innocence can win,Music engage, or piety persuade. But let not chief the nightingale lamentHer ruined care, too delicately framedTo brook the harsh confinement of the when, returning with her loaded bill,The astonished mother finds a vacant nest,By the hard hand of unrelenting clownsRobbed, to the ground the vain provision falls ;Her pinions ruffle, and, low-drooping, scarceCan bear the mourner to the poplar shade ;Where, all abandoned to despair, she singsHer sorrows through the night; and, on the boughSole-sitting, still at every dying fallTakes up again her lamentable strainOf winding woe ; till, wide around, the woodsSigh to her song, and with her wail now the feathered youth their , disdain; and, weighing oft theirwings, 65 QTfjr Reasons. Demand the free possession of the one glad office more, and then dissolvesParental love at once, now needless
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