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And full against the beam he Aung,
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 ;
And heard a cock to crow;
To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they fly,
Poor Edwin falls to floor ;
Through all the land before.
He feels his back the less;
Which made him want success.
With lusty livelyhed he talks,
His story foon took wind;
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
To see the revel scene :
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it fo befell,
A shaking feiz'd the wall ;
And music fills the hall.
But certes forely sunk with woe
His fpirits in him dye :
" A man is near, “ A mortal passion, cleeped fear,
“ Hangs flagging in the sky.”
With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth !
Intreats them pity graunt ;
For als he been a mister wight
To tread the circled haunt;
« Ah Lorell vile, at once they roar :
Thy cause to come, we know :
" Are free to work thee woe.”
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
The caitiff upward Alung;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They fit, they drink, and eat;
Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down y-drops the knight:
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Then deem'd the dole was o’er:
Which Edwin loft afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared ;
And when the tale was done,
« And some are born with none.
" But virtue can itself advance
By fortune seem design'd;
“ Upon th' unworthy mind.”
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.