قراءة كتاب The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home"
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The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home"
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class="smcap">Wren was employ’d in constructing a nest;
And the Linnet had join’d in a song, the Redbreast:
The Bittern was gone to the river, to fish,
And procure, before dinner, his favorite dish:
The Bantam was sitting, and so was the Bunting.
In vain, then, our Travellers hop’d to obtain
But a word, or a hint, that might soften their pain.
From county to county they thus made their way,
And submitted to all things, except to delay.
From Norfolk they came up to town in a hurry,
And found themselves soon on the borders of Surry.
Till they got into Yorkshire, almost in despair:
And well might they feel nearly hopeless, indeed,
When their rambling at last brought them down to the Tweed!
They look’d at each other, in silent dismay,
And the Parrot for once, cou’d not tell what to say!
But, at length, recollecting, they turn’d short about,
Not a single jot wiser, than when they sat out.
Yet their warm bosoms still for the dear secret panted,
And this friend, and that, supplied all else they wanted.
So, drooping and sorrowful, harrass’d and sore,
They skimm’d the blue mountain, and cross’d the black moor,
And the Parrot, by this time quite clamorous grown,
Declar’d he should die of impatience alone.
However, consulting, they thought it was best
Now to steer a new course; so went down to the West.
But how shou’d he learn what was passing below?
Thro’ Devon, so fam’d for its picturesque views,
They pass’d with a haste one can scarcely excuse;
From thence got to Somerset, almost benighted,
And soon on the summit of Mendip alighted.
There, most à propos, they immediately found
A Moss-cover’d Root-house,4 with evergreens bound;
Beneath whose kind shelter, fatigu’d and opprest,
They gladly agreed till the morning to rest.
Sir Argus now cried, with a sigh and a tear,
“I wish that our travels, my friend, could end here:
Yet dread lest we many miles further should go,
And never, at last, our sweet Poetess know!”
With birds, as with men, when it suits her good pleasure,
Resolv’d, after teazing Sir Argus awhile,
To reward, in the end, all his toils with her smile.
Aurora with splendor unusual arose,
When the Peacock and Parrot awoke from repose,
And
