At her approach, fee Hope, fee Fear, See Expectation fly! And Difappointment in the rear, The tears, which Pity taught to flow, The heart, that throbb'd at others woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds, which now each moment bleed, O Fairy-elf! but grant me this, So may the glow-worms glimmering light, To fome new region of delight, And be thy acorn goblet fill'd With heavens ambrofial dew, From fweeteft, frefheft flowers diftill'd, That shed fresh fweets for you. And ་ When mortals are at rest, Through key-holes we do glide; Over tables, ftools, and shelves, And if the house be foul, Then we pinch their arms and thighs; But But if the house be swept, Then o'er a mushrooms head The brains of nightingales, The grasshopper, gnat, and fly, And fo the time beguile: And if the moon doth hide her head, The glow-worm lights us home to bed. O'er tops of dewy grafs So nimbly we do país, Ne'er bends where we do walk; Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been. O. SONG LVI. IMITATED FROM THE MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM OF SHAKSPEARE. ACT II. SCENE V. L O! here, beneath this hallow'd fhade, The lovely Queen of Elves is laid, Let not the fnake, or baleful toad No fnail or worm fhall hither come, Hence be the beetles fullen hum, The love-lorn nightingale alone Shall through Titanias arbour stray, And lull her with his fweeteft lay. SONG SONG LVII. THE MAD MERRY PRANKS OF ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW. ROM Oberon, in Fairy-land, FR The king of ghofts and fhadows there, Mad Robin I, at his command, Am fent to view the night-fports here; Is kept about, In every corner where I go, I will o'er fee, And merry be, And make good fport, with ho, ho, ho! More fwift than lightning can I fly About this airy welkin foon, Each thing that's done below the moon. Nor ghoft fhall wag, Nor cry, Goblin! where I do go; But Robin I Their feats will spy, And fear them home, with ho, ho, ho! If any wanderers I meet, That from their night-sport do trudge home; With counterfeiting voice I greet, And cause them on with me to roam, |