By neer resemblance see that Bird betray`d Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch and with a chearfull Tune O`re-passe the scortchings of the sultry Noon. But soon repuls`d by the obdurate scean How swift she turns but turns alas in vain That piece a Grove, this shews an ambient sky Where immitated Fowl their pinnions ply Seeming to mount in flight and aiming still more high. All she outstrip`s and with a moments pride Their understation silent does deride Till the dash`d Cealing strikes her to the ground No intercepting shrub to break the fall is found Recovering breath the window next she gaines Nor fears a stop from the transparent Panes. But we degresse and leaue th` imprison`d wretch Now sinking low now on a loftyer stretch Flutt`ring in endless cercles of dismay Till some kind hand directs the certain way Which through the casement an escape affoards And leads to ample space the only Heav`n of Birds.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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