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BURNS: _Ep. to a Young Friend._


=Feasting.=

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
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GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 17.

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
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MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776.


=February.=

Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light.
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WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._