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'Twas near an old enchaunted court, Where sportive Faeries made resort
To revel out the night. His heart was drear, his hope was cross'd, 'Twas late, 'twas far, the path was lost
That reach'd the neighbour-town;
With weary steps he quits the shades,
Resolv'd the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.
But scant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,
A trembling rocks the ground:
And (well I ween to count aright)
At once an hundred tapers light
On all the walls around.
Now sounding tongues assail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,
And now the sounds encrease,
And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay
Come prankling o'er the placea
But (trust me Gentles!) never yet
Was dight a masking half fo neat,
Or half so, rich before;
The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The sea the pearl, the sky the plumes,
The town its sílken store.
Now whilft he gaz'd, a Gallant drept
In flaunting robes above the rest,
With awful accent cry'd ;
What Mortal of a wretched mind,
Whose fighs infect the balmy wind,
Has here presum'd to hide ?
At this the Swain, whose vent'rous soul
No fears of Magick art controul,
Advanc'd in open fight;
Nor have I cause of dread, he said,
« Who view (by no presumption led)
"Your revels of the night.
'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, ( Which inade my steps unweeting rove
• Amid the nightly dew.'
'Tis well, the Gallant cries again,
We Faeries never injure men
Who dare to tell us true.
Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
Be mine the talk, or ere we part,
To make thee grief refign;
Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce ;
Whilst I with Mab my partner daunce,
Be little Mable thine.
He spoke, and all a sudden there
Light musick floats in wanton air :
The Monarch leads the Queen :
The rest their Faerie partners found,
And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the
green, The dauncing past, the board was laid, And sicker such a feast was made
As heart and lip desire; Withouten hands the dishes fly, The glasses with a wish come nigh,
And with a with retire.
But now to pleafe the Faerie king,
Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing,
And antick feats devise ;
Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other-some tranfmute their shape.
In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.
"Till one at last that Robin hight,
(Renown'd for pinching maids by night)
As hent him aloof;
And full again? the beam he flung,
Where by the back the Youth he hung,
To sprawl unneath the roof.
From thence, “Reverse my charm, he cries,
* And let it fairly now fuffice
“ The gambol has been shewn.'
But Oberon answers with a smile,
6. Content thee, Edwin, for a while,
6. The vantage is thinc own !
Here ended all the phantom-play;
They smelt the fresh approach of day,
And heard a cock to crow;.
The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clap'd the door, and whistled loud,
To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they ily,
And all at once the tapers die
Poor Edwin falls to floor
Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was never. wight in fike a case
Through all the land before.
But soon as dan Apollo-rose,
Full jolly creature home he goes,
He feels his back the less.
His honeft tongue and steady mind
Had rid-him of the lump behind,
Which made him want success..
With lusty livelyhed he talks,
He seems a dauncing as he walksy,
His story foon took wind;
And beauteous Edith fees the youth,
Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd
(The youth of Edith erst' approv'd),
To see the revel scene;
At close of eve he leaves his home,..
And wends, to find the ruin'd dome -
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it fo befell,
The wind came ruftling down a delle
A fhaking seiz?d the wall::
Up spring the tapers as before,
The Faeries bragly, foot the floorg,
And mufick fills the ball
But Certes forely sunk with wce
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin show,
His spirits in him die :
When Oberon cries, ' A man is near,
A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
Hangs flagging in the sky.'
With that Sir Topaz, (hapless youth!)
In accents fault'ring ay for ruth
Intreats them pity graunt;
· For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wand'ring in the night
To tread the circled haunt.
Ah lofell vile, at once they roar !
And little skill'd of Faerie lore,
Thy cause to come we know : Now has thy keftrell courage fell; • And Faeries, fince a lie you tell,
"Are free to work thee woe.'
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
To trail the fwains among the mire,
The caitive upward Aung;
There like a tortoise in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds a-pace,
Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,
They fit, they drink, and eat : The time with frolick mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
'Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
They fhriek, they #y, the tapers fink,
And down ydrops the Knight.
For never spell by Faerie laid
With strong enchantment bound a glade
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
'Till up the welkin rose the day,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er:
But wot ye well his harder lot?
His seely back the bunch bas got
Which Edwin loft afore.
This tale a Sybil-Nurse ared ;
She softly strok'd my youngling head,
And when the tale was done,
• Thus some are born, my son (the cries)
( With base impediments to rise,
« And some are born with none.
"But virtue can itself advance
• To what the fav'rite fools of chance
By fortune seem'd design'd;
• Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
• And from itself Make off the weight
* Upon th' unworthy mind.!
The MISERY of a TOWN-LIFE, and the HAPPINESS of a COUNTRY-ONE; exemplified in the STORY of the Town-MOUSE and COUNTRY-Mouse.. Imitated from HORACE. [Swift and Pope.]
I'For life, fix Hundred pounds a-year
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terras-walk, and half a rood
Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Well, now I have all this and more,
I ask not to increase my store;
. But here a grievance seems to lie,
All this is mine but till I die; • I can't but think 'would found more clever, "To me and to my heirs for-ever.
If I ne'er got or lost a groat,.. By any trick, or any fault; • And if I pray by reason's rules,
And not like forty other fools: 6
As thus, “ Vouchsafe, Oh gracious Maker! “. To grant me this and t'other acre: “ Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct my plough to find a treasure:”