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Others bring goods and treasures to their

houses,

Something to deck their pretty babes and
fpoufes:

My only token was a cup like horn,
That's made of nothing but a lady's corn.
'Tis not for that I grieve; no 'tis to fee
The groom and forrel mare preferr'd to me!
Thefe, for fome moments when you
deign to quit,

And (at due distance) sweet discourse admit,
'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know;
For pleas'd remembrance builds delight on

woe.

At ev'ry danger pants thy confort's breast,
And gaping infants fquawl to hear the reft.
How did I tremble, when by thousands
bound

I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground?
When fcaling armies climb'd up ev'ry part,
Each step they trod I felt upon my heart.
But when thy torrent quench'd the dread-
ful blaze,

King, queen, and nation ftaring with

amaze,

Full in my view how all my husband came!
And what extinguifh'd theirs increas'd my

flame.

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Thofe fpectacles, ordain'd thine eyes to fave, Were once my prefent; love that armour

gave.

How did I mourn at Bolgolam's decree !
For, when he fign'd thy death, he fentenc'd

me.

When folks might fee thee all the country round

For fix pence, I'd have giv'n a thousand pound.

Lord! when the giant-babe that head of thine

Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine!
When in the marrow-bone I fee thee ramm'd,
Or on the house-top by the monkey cramm'd,
The piteous images renew my pain,
And all thy dangers I weep o'er again.
But on the maiden's nipple when

you rid, Pray heav'n, t'was all a wanton maiden did! Glumdalclitch too!-with thee I mourn her

cafe:

Heav'n guard the gentle girl from all difgrace!

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may the king that one neglect forgive, And pardon her the fault by which I live! Was there no other way to fet him free! My life, alas! I fear prov'd death to thee,

O teach

O teach me, dear, new words to fpeak my flame!

Teach me to woo thee by thy best-lov'd name!

Whether the style of Grildrig please thee

moft,

So call'd on Brobdingnag's ftupendous coaft, When on the monarch's ample hand you fate, And hollow'd in his ear intrigues of state; Or Quinbus Fleftrin more endearment brings, When like a mountain you look'd down on kings::

If ducal Nardac, Lilliputian peer,

Or Glumglum's humbler title footh thine ear: Nay, wou'd kind Jove my organs fo dispose, To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the nose,

I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high founding name;

Thy children's nofes all should twang the fame.

So might I find my loving fpoufe of course Endu'd with all the virtues of a horse.

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QUINBUS FLESTRIN,

THE

MAN-MOUNTAIN.

A LILLIPUTIAN ODE.

N amaze

I Loft, I gaze

Can our eyes
Reach thy fize?
May my lays
Swell with praife,
Worthy thee!
Worthy me!
Mufe, infpire
All thy fire!
Bards of old,
Of him told,
When they faid,
Atlas' head!

Propt the fkies:
See! and believe your eyes!

See him ftride

Vallies wide,

Over woods,

Over floods!

When he treads,

Mountains heads

Groan

Groan and fhake:
Armies quake:
Let his fpurn

Overturn

Man and fteed:
Troops take heed!
Left and right,
Speed your flight!
Left an hoft

Beneath his foot be loft.

Turn'd afide

From his hide
Safe from wound,
Darts rebound.
From his nofe
Clouds he blows
When he speaks,
Thunder breaks!

When he eats,

Famine threats!

When he drinks,
Neptune fhrinks!
Nigh thy ear,
In mid air,
On thy hand

Let me ftand;
So fhall I,

Lofty poet ! touch the sky.

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