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A
Poetical jumble vivifyed from
the rubbish of Chaos ~
Humbly dedicated to the Goddess of Silence.
Volumn Second.
Down there may in ev'ry clan
Perhaps to found one honest man,
But link them close, in this they jump
To be but idlers in the lump ~
By
S. Meclancolicus ~
1786
(seq. 4)
Contents of Vol. second ~
The four seasons of the year - Page - 1
The state of man resembling the four seasons of the year ~ ~ 15
A solitary walk ~ ~ 18
On Ambition ~ ~ 37
Contents of part second
A twelve months altercation
~ on Courtship - Page 41
Dialogue between Fidelis and Failla ~ 116
On the Lawyer ~ 120
An Eligy on the Quack ~ 126
The last will & Testament of Z ~ 130
Female impudence ~ 133
The Courtier ~ 140
Religion its own enemy ~ 151
(seq. 5)
On the Spring
Awake my soul! with acclamation sing
The blest return, the gay, the verdant spring,
Nor let the featherd race praise God alone,
I,ll rise to bless my God, our work is one;
Pensive then I left my sluggish posture,
Exchanging sloth to view the works of nature,
The Mountains blaze with gold, the valleys glow,
With blushes of the morn, the zephyrs blow,
Dispesing round their flagrant, balmy showrs,
Enrichd by all the diffrent opening flow'rs ~
A solitary grove shall entertain
My groveling breath, nor is the prospect vain,
Pensive, in meditations deep profound,
Appears the God of nature all around.
The featherd race salute the Morn with joy,
Sweet are their songs, more noble their employ;
No jaring notes disturb the listning ear,