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And full against the beam he Aung,
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 fuffice

“ 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 ;
They smelt the fresh approach of day,

And heard a cock to crow;
The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud,

To warn them all to go.

Then screaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers dye ;

Poor Edwin falls to floor ;
Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was never wight in such 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 honest 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 walks,

His story foon took wind;
And beauteous Edith sees the youth
Endow'd with courage, sense, 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 dell,

A shaking feiz'd the wall ;
Up spring the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,

And music fills the hall.

But certes forely sunk with woe
Sir Topaz sees the Elphin show,

His fpirits in him dye :
When Oberon crys,

" A man is near, “ A mortal passion, cleeped fear,

“ Hangs flagging in the sky.”

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth !
In accents faultering, ay for ruth,

Intreats them pity graunt ;

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For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wandering in the night

To tread the circled haunt;

« Ah Lorell vile, at once they roar :
“ And little kill'd of fairie lore,

Thy cause to come, we know :
« Now has thy keftrell courage fell;
“ And fairies, fince a lye you tell,

" Are free to work thee woe.”

Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
To trail the swains among the mire,

The caitiff upward Alung;
There, like a tortoise, in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,

Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds apace,
Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,

They fit, they drink, and eat;
The time with frolic mirth beguile,
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while

Till all the rout retreat.

By this the stars began to wink,
They shriek, they fly, the tapers sink,

And down y-drops the knight:
For never spell by fairie 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 feely back the bunch had got

Which Edwin loft afore.

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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 none.

" But virtue can itself advance
To what the favourite fools of chance

By fortune seem design'd;
“ Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
And from itself shake off the weight

Upon th' unworthy mind.”

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LET those love now, who never lov'd before ;

Let those who always lov’d, now love the more. The spring, the new, the warbling spring appears, The youthful season of reviving years ; In spring the loves enkindle mutual heats, The feather'd nation chuse their tuneful mates, The trees grow fruitful with descending rain, And drest in differing greens adorn the plain. She comes; to-morrow Beauty's empress roves Through walks that winding run within the groves ; She twines the shooting myrtle into bowers, And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of flowers, Then, rais'd sublimely on her easy throne, From Nature's powerful dictates draws her own.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before ; Let those who always lov’d, now love the more.

'Twas on that day which saw the teeming flood Swell round, impregnate with celestial blood; Wandering in circles stood the finny crew, The midst was left a void expanse of blue, There parent ocean work'd with heaving throes, And dropping wet the fair Dione rose.

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