"Friend tortoise," quoth the jeering hare, I'll take a nap and then be with thee." XCV CHARADE. I graced Don Pedro's revelry, And this that gallant Spaniard did, For me and for the ladies. LLOYD. He vowed a vow, that noble knight, Before he went to table, To make his only sport the fight, To ride through mountains, where my First To leave the gates of fair Madrid, And dare the gates of Hades ;- For me and for the ladies. PRAED. XCVI ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes: The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, This dog and man at first were friends; Around from all the neighbouring streets The wound it seemed both sore and sad And while they swore the dog was mad, But soon a wonder came to light, The dog it was that died. GOLDSMITH. XCVII THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. Little Ellie sits alone Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream side on the grass; She has thrown her bonnet by; Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly useth Fills the silence like a speech: While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooseth Little Ellie in her smile He shall love me without guile ; And to him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds. “And the steed it shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath, As his sword strikes men to death. "And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall sweep the wind; "He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover, Through the crowds that praise his deeds; Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." Little Ellie, with her smile Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. |