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"Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
He spoke, and all a sudden there
The monarch leads the queen :
With Edwin of the Green.
The dauncing past, the board was laid,
But, now to please the fairy king,
Some wind and tumble like an ape, And other some transmute their shape In Edwin's wondering eyes.
Till one at last, that Robin hight, Renown'd for pinching maids by night, Has bent him up aloof:
And full against the beam he flung, Where by the back the youth he hung To spraul unneath the roof.
From thence," Reverse my charm," he cries, "And let it fairly now suffice
The gambol has been shown." But Oberon answers with a smile, "Content thee, Edwin, for a while,
The vantage is thine own."
Here ended all the phantom-play;
The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Then screaming all at once they fly,
Through all the land before.
But soon as Dan Apollo rose,
He feels his back the less;
Which made him want success.
The story told, sir Topaz mov'd,
At close of eve he leaves his home,
As there he bides, it so befell,
Up spring the tapers as before,
And music fills the hall.
But certes sorely sunk with woe
To tread the circled haunt; "Ah, losel vile," at once they roar: "And little skill'd of fairie lore,
Thy cause to come, we know: Now has thy kestrel courage fell; And fairies, since a lye you tell, Are free to work thee woe. AA S
Then Will, who bears the whispy fire
They sit, they drink, and eat;
By this the stars began to wink,
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er ;
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared; She softly stroak'd my youngling head, And when the tale was done, "Thus some are born, my son," she cries, "With base impediments to rise,
And some are born with nonc
But virtue can itself advance
To what the favourite fools of chance
Virtue can gain the odds of Fate,
A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH. By the blue taper's trembling light, No more I waste the wakeful night, Intent with endless view to pore The schoolmen and the sages o'er : Their books from wisdom widely stray, Or point at best the longest way. I'll seek a readier path, and go Where wisdom's surely taught below.
How deep yon azure dyes the sky! Where orbs of gold unnumber'd lie, While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide. The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The lake is smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled show Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds, which on the right aspire, In dimness from the view retire: The left presents a place of graves, Whose wall the silent water laves. That steeple guides thy doubtful sight Among the livid gleams of night.