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At her approach, fee Hope, fee Fear,
See Expectation fly!
That blafts the purpos'd joy.
The tears, which Pity taught to flow,
My eyes shall then disown;
Shall then scarce feel its own.
The wounds, which now each moment bleed,
Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days shall still succeed
To nights of sweet repose,
So may the glow-worms glimmering light,
Thy tiny footsteps lead
Unknown to mortal tread !
And be thy acorn goblet fillid
With heavens ambrosial dew,
That shed fresh sweets for you.
When mortals are at rest,
Through key-holes we do glide ;
And if the houfe be foul,
And find the flats alleep;
The brains of nightingales,
Is meat that's eas'ly chew'd;
The grasshopper, gnat, and Ay,
And so the time beguile:
O'er tops of dewy grass
and tender stalk
IMITATED FROM THE MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM OF
SHAKSPEARE. ACT II. SCENE V.
0! here, beneath this hallow'd shade,
Within a cow slips blossom deep,
May nought disturb her balmy sleep!
Let not the snake, or baleful toad
Approach the filent manfion near,
Or owl repeat her orgies here!
No snail or worm shall hither come,
With noxious filth her bow'r to stain ;
And spiders disemboweld train.
The love-lorn nightingale alone
Shall through Titanias arbour stray,
And lull her with his sweetest lay.
THE MAD MERRY PRANKS OF ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW.
ROM Oberon, in Fairy-land,
The king of ghosts and shadows there,
What revel rout
Is kept about,
I will o'er see,
And merry be,
More swift than lightning can I fly
About this airy welkin foon,
There's not a hag,
Nor ghost shall wag,
But Robin I
Their feats will spy,
wanderers I meet,