On Glenriddells Fox Breaking His Chain(1 / 3)

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  on glenriddell's fox breaking his chain
  a fragment, 1791.
  thou, liberty, thou art my theme;
  not such as idle poets dream,
  who trick thee up a heathen goddess
  that a fantastic cap and rod has;
  such stale conceits are poor and silly;
  i paint thee out, a highland filly,
  a sturdy, stubborn, handsome dapple,
  as sleek's a mouse, as round's an apple,
  that when thou pleasest canst do wonders;
  but when thy luckless rider blunders,
  or if thy fancy should demur there,
  wilt break thy neck ere thou go further.
  these things premised, i sing a fox,
  was caught among his native rocks,
  and to a dirty kennel chained,
  how he his liberty regained.
  glenriddell! whig without a stain,
  a whig in principle and grain,
  could'st thou enslave a free-born creature,
  a native denizen of nature?
  how could'st thou, with a heart so good,
  (a better ne'er was sluiced with blood!)
  nail a poor devil to a tree,
  that ne'er did harm to thine or thee?
  the staunchest whig glenriddell was,
  quite frantic in his country's cause;
  and oft was reynard's prison passing,
  and with his brother-whigs canvassing ↑返回顶部↑

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