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The birds, free nature's tenants, house,
As best they may, within the boughs:
While those, for man's convenience bred,
Couch cowering in their houshold shed.
As best they may, within the boughs:
While those, for man's convenience bred,
Couch cowering in their houshold shed.
Not now afar the flocking dove
Wheels his swift flight, tho' apt to rove,
And seek whate'er the cultur'd field
Or distant thrashing floor may yield.
Him the harsh time forbids to ply
The rapid wing, and thro' the sky
With smooth unerring motion float,
Close tenant of the crowded cote.
Wheels his swift flight, tho' apt to rove,
And seek whate'er the cultur'd field
Or distant thrashing floor may yield.
Him the harsh time forbids to ply
The rapid wing, and thro' the sky
With smooth unerring motion float,
Close tenant of the crowded cote.
Tho' with his shrill and cheerful horn
He early wak'd the slumbering morn,
Not now the scarlet-crested cock
Leads proudly forth the obedient flock;
Their nightly roost not yet forsook,
Or thronging in some covert nook.
He early wak'd the slumbering morn,
Not now the scarlet-crested cock
Leads proudly forth the obedient flock;
Their nightly roost not yet forsook,
Or thronging in some covert nook.
Not now the Turkey gives to view
His head and neck of red and blue;
And, as he stalks his dames around,
Sweeps with strong wing the grating ground.
His head and neck of red and blue;
And, as he stalks his dames around,
Sweeps with strong wing the grating ground.
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Not now to pick the scatter'd seeds
His young the dark Pintado leads;
Whose spangles white unnumber'd lie,
Like stars throughout the dark blue sky.
His young the dark Pintado leads;
Whose spangles white unnumber'd lie,
Like stars throughout the dark blue sky.
Not now the Peacock proud displays
Abroad his many-mingled rays;
Of verdant gold his tufted crest,
His purple neck, and purple breast,
Which, slowly wav'd, their plumes indue
At every change with colours new.
Clos'd is his bright green length of train,
Which Flora's richest tints in vain
May strive to match: instinct with eyes,
Of gemlike lights, and rainbow dies.
See on the limb of elm-tree tall,
The barn's steep thatch, or paddock wall,
He now maintains his airy hold,
Nor deigns his dripping tail unfold.
But when the sun's reviving beams
Shall tempt him forth, with rival gleams
Again his gorgeous disk he'll spread;
And o'er his coronetted head
Incline the bending plumes, and move
Majestick 'mid the bright alcove.
Abroad his many-mingled rays;
Of verdant gold his tufted crest,
His purple neck, and purple breast,
Which, slowly wav'd, their plumes indue
At every change with colours new.
Clos'd is his bright green length of train,
Which Flora's richest tints in vain
May strive to match: instinct with eyes,
Of gemlike lights, and rainbow dies.
See on the limb of elm-tree tall,
The barn's steep thatch, or paddock wall,
He now maintains his airy hold,
Nor deigns his dripping tail unfold.
But when the sun's reviving beams
Shall tempt him forth, with rival gleams
Again his gorgeous disk he'll spread;
And o'er his coronetted head
Incline the bending plumes, and move
Majestick 'mid the bright alcove.
Yet are there some, who pleas'd employ
The time with a more sprightly joy,
Birds of the webb'd and palmate feet!
They with hoarse cries of welcome greet,
Rejoicing in their wet domain,
The floods of still descending rain:
High o'er their backs with fluttering wing,
And splashing bill, the moisture fling;
Or round and round disporting sail;
Or downward, with inverted tail,
Plunge deep, the head and neck to lave,
And revel in the dimpled wave.
The time with a more sprightly joy,
Birds of the webb'd and palmate feet!
They with hoarse cries of welcome greet,
Rejoicing in their wet domain,
The floods of still descending rain:
High o'er their backs with fluttering wing,
And splashing bill, the moisture fling;
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Or downward, with inverted tail,
Plunge deep, the head and neck to lave,
And revel in the dimpled wave.
To each his pleasures, as assign'd
By Him, who each created kind
Gave parts adapted to his race,
And each his own appropriate place:—
The pinion strong and light and fleet,
Or sinewy legs, or oarlike feet,
The heaven's expanded face to skim,
To walk the earth, the flood to swim.—
To all extends his bounty's plan,
To bird and beast, but most to man!
By Him, who each created kind
Gave parts adapted to his race,
And each his own appropriate place:—
The pinion strong and light and fleet,
Or sinewy legs, or oarlike feet,
The heaven's expanded face to skim,
To walk the earth, the flood to swim.—
To all extends his bounty's plan,
To bird and beast, but most to man!
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