SATURDAY;
OR, THE
FLIGHTS.
BOWZYBEUS.UBLIMER strains, O rustick muse, prepare; Forget a while the barn and dairy's care.Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise, The drunkard's flights require sonorous lays; With Bowzybeus' songs exalt thy verse, 5 While rocks and woods the various notes rehearse.'Twas in the season when the reaper's toil Of the ripe harvest 'gan to rid the soil; Wide through the fields was seen a goodly rout, Clean damsels bound the gather'd leaves about, 10The lads with sharpen'd hook and sweating brow Cut down the labours of the winter-plow. To the near hedge young Susan steps aside;She feign'd her coat or garter was unty'd:
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