ΤΟ THE SPARROWS AT MENWINYON IN CORNWALL. BY THE REV. J. WHALEY, M. A. BIRDS, in joy all birds excelling, As ye hop the woods among; And these sisters to him shown, He, poor bird, would die with grieving, Her then, sparrows, each gay morning Nestle midst the leaves and fruit. ON A FLY, THAT FLEW INTO A LADY'S EYE, AND THERE LAY BURIED IN A TEAR. BY R. FLETCHER. POOR envious Soul! what could'st thou see That active globe-that twinkling sphere Drown Icarus again in thine? 'Twas bravely aim'd, and, which is more, Thou hast sunk the Fable c'er and o'er : For in the single death of thee Thou has bankrupt all antiquity.. O had the fair Egyptian Queen How had she spar'd what Time forbids, Have begg'd thy shrine her epitaph! To rip up all the western bed T'embalm a name, and raise a tomb, Then, then, compare it: here's a gem, We strive not then to prize that tear, Since we have nought to poise it here. The World's too light. Hence, hence,' we cry, "The World: the World's not worth a Fly.' ON A SPIDER. BY DR. LITTLETON. ARTIST, who underneath my table Insidious, restless, watchful Spider, And spread thy banners round my room. Swept from the rich man's costly cieling, Thou'rt welcome to my homely roof; Here may'st thou find a peaceful dwelling, And undisturb'd attend thy woof. Whilst I thy wondrous fabric stare at, |