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Thou in thy turn shalt like the queen repine,
And all her forrows doubled shall be thine :
He who adorns thy house, the lovely boy
Who now adorns it, Thall at length destroy.

Two hundred moons in their palc course had feen
The gay-rob’d fairies glimmer on the green,
And Albion now had reach'd in youthful prime
To nineteen years, as mortals measure time.
Fluli'd with refiftless charms he fir'd to love
Each nymph and little Dryad of the grove z
For kilful Milkah spar'd not to employ
Her utmost art to rear the princely boy':
Each supple limb se fwaith'd, and tender bone,
And to the Elfin standard kept him down;
She robb’d dwarf-elders of their fragrant fruit,
And fed him early with the daisy's root,
Whence through his veins the powerful juices ran,
And form'd in beauteous miniature the Man.
Yet still, two inches t.ller than the rest,
His lofty port his human birth confess'd;
A foot in height, how stately did he fhow!
How look superior on the crowd below!
What knight like him could toss the rushy launce !
Who move so graceful in the mazy

dance !
A shape so nice, or features half so fair,
What elf could boat! or such a flow of hair!
Bright Kenna saw, a princess born to reign,
And felt the charmer burn in eye vein.


Ske, heiress to this empire's potent lord,
Prais'd like the stars, aud next the moon ador'd.
She, whom at distance thrones and princedoms view'd,
To whom proud Oriel and Azuriel su’d,
In her high palace languish'd, void of joy,
And pin’d in secret for a mortal boy.

He too was smitten, and discreetly ftrove
By courtly deeds to gain the virgin's love ;
for her he cull'd the fairest flowers that grew,
Ere morning suns had drain’d their fragrant dew;
He chas'd the hornet in his mid-day Alight,
And brought her glow-worms in the noon of night;
When on ripe fruit she caft a wishing eye,
Did ever Albion think the tree too high!
He show'd her where the pregnant goldfinch hung
And the wren-mother brooding o'er her young;
To her th' inscription on their eggs he read,
(Admire, ye clerks, the youth whom Milkah bred)
To her he show'd each herb of virtuous juice,
Their powers diftinguish'd, and defcrib'd their use:
All vain their powers alas to Kenna prove,
And well sung Ovid, There's no herb for love.

As when a ghost, enlarg'd from realms below,
Seeks its old friend to tell some secret woe,
The poor shade fhivering stands, and must not break
His painful filence, till the mortal speak;
So far'd it with the little love-fick maid,
Forbid to utter what her eyes betray'd.


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He saw her anguish, and reveal'd his flame,
And spar'd the blushes of the tongue-ty'd dame,
The day would fail me, fould I reckon oler
The fighs they lavifa'd, and the oaths they swore;
In words fo melting, that, compar'd with those,
The nicest courtship of terrestrial beaus
Wou'd sound like compliments from country-clowns
To red-cheek'd sweet-hearts in their home-span gowns.

All in a lawn of many a various hue,
A bed of fowers (a fairy forest) grew;
'Twas here one noon, the gaudiest of the May,
The ftill, the secret, filent hour of day,
Beneath a lofty tulip's ample shade
Sate the young lover and th' immortal maid.
They thought all fairies flept, ah luckless pair!
Hid, but in vain, in the sun's noon-tide glare !
When Albion leaning on his Kenna's breast,
Thus all the foftness of his soul express'd.

• All things are hulu'd. The sun's meridian rays * Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze; • Nor moon nor star in heav'n's blue arch is feen • With kindly rays to filver o'er the green. • Grateful to fairy eyes; they fecret take • Their reft, and only wretched mortals wake. • This dead of day I fly to thee alone, • A world to me, a multitude in one.

Oh sweet as dew-drops on these flowery lawas, . When the sky opens and the evening dawns !

• Streight

« Streight as the pink, that tours fo high in air
• Soft as the blue-bell! as the daisy, fair
« Bleft be the hour, when first I was conveyd
« An infant captive to this blissful shade!
« And bleft the hand that did my form refine;
* And shrunk my ftature to a match with thine !
« Glad I for thee renounce my royal birth,
* And all the giant-daughters of the earth.
• Thou, if thy breast with equal ardour burn,
• Renounce thy kind, and love for love return.

So from us two, combin’d by nuptial ties,
A race unknown of demi-gods fall rife.
« Oh speak, my

love !


vows with vows repay, « And sweetly swear my rising fcars away.”

To whom (the fhining azúre of her eyes
More brighten'd)- thus th' enamour'd maid replies..

< By all the stars, and first the glorious moon, * I swear, and by the head of Oberon,

A dreadful oath! no prince of fairy line • Shall e'er in wedlock plight his vows with mine. - Where-e'er my footsteps in the dance are seen, • May toadstools rise, and mildews blast the green,

May the keen eaft-wind blight my fav’rite flowers, • And fnakes and spotted adders haunt my bowers. 6 Confin'd whole


in. an hemlock shade, « There rather pine I a neglected maid;

Or, worseexil'd from Cynthia's gentle rays, • Parch in the fun a thousand summer-days,

* Than


Than any prince, à prince of fairy line, * In facred wedlock plight his vows with mine.'

She ended : and with lips of rosy hue Dipt five times over in ambrofial dew, Stifled his words. When from his covert fear'd, The frowrting brow of Oberon appear'd. A fun-flower's trunk was nur, whence (killing fight!) The monarch issu’d, half an ell in height: Full on the pair a furious look he caft, Nor spake, but gave his bugle-horn a blast, That through the woodland echo'd far and wide, And drew a swarm of subjects to his fide. A hundred chosen knights, in war renown'd, Drive Albion banish'd from the facred ground ; And twice ten myriads guard the bright abodes, Where the proud king, among his demi-gods, For Kenna's sudden bridal bids

prepare, And to Azuriel gives the weeping fair:

If fame in arms, with ancient birth combind,
And faultless beauty, and a spotless mind,
To love and praise can generous fouls incline,
That love, Azuriel, and that praise were thine.
Blood, only less than royal, fill’& thy veins,
Proud was thy roof, and large thy fair domains,
Where now the skies high Holland-house invades,
And short-liv'd Warwick fadden'd all the shades,
Thy dwelling stood ; nor did in him afford
A nobler owner, or a lovelier lord.


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