THE PEACOCK AND THE HEN.
All the night over and over,
And all the night over again—
All the night over and over,
The peacock follows the hen.
A hen’s a hungry dish,
A goose is hollow within;
There’s no deceit in a pudding;
A pye’s a dainty thing.
THE TYNE,
A FRAGMENT.
BY J.L.
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen,
Meand’ring sweet thy lucid stream—
Thy banks are woody, fertile, green,
Enliven’d by the solar beam.
Thy sons are healthy, blooming, strong,
Thy daughters lovely as the spring;
They joyful trip the meads along,
Such joys doth sweet industry bring.
Adieu, sweet Tyne—a long adieu,
I now must leave thee far behind;
Yet tho’ secluded from my view,
Thoul’t dwell for ever in my mind.