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ARGUMENT of the FIFTH BOOK.
A frosty morning:--The foddering of cattle.-the wood
man and his dog. The poultry-Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall. - The Empress of Rufa's palace of ice.--Amusements of monarchs.—War, one of them. Wars, whence.-- And whence monarchy.-The ewils of it.-English and French loyalty contrasted. The Baftile, and a prisoner there.-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.- Modern patriotism queftionable, and why.-- he perishable nature of the best human institutions. - Spiritual liberty not perishable. The Ravish state of man by nature. -Deliver him, Deisl, if you can. - Grace must do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated.-Their different Breatment. - Happy freedom of the man whom
grace makes free.- His relih of the works of God. -Address 10, the Creator,
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THE WINTER MORNING WALK.
*IS morning; and the fun with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon; while the
clouds That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a blaze, Scen through the leafless wood. His flanting ray Slides ineffe&ual down the snowy vale, And tinging all with his own rosy hue, From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Mine, spindling into longitude immense,
In spite of gravity, and fage remark
askance I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform’d to a lean shank. The shapeless pair, As they design'd to‘mock me, at my side Take step for step; and as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall, Prepost'rous fight ! the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, And coarser grass upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad, And fledg’d with icy feathers, nod superb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrify'd to fleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder, not like hung'ring man Fretful if unsupply'd, but silent, meek, And patient of the flow-pac'd swain's delay. He from the stack carvęs out th' accustom'd load, Deep-plunging, and again deep plunging oft His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands,
With such undeviating and even force
'The feather'd tribes domeftic. Half on wing,