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Where now the skies high Holland-House invades,
And short-liv'd Warwick sadden'd all the shades,
Thy divelling itood : nor did in him afford
A nobler owner, or a lovelier lord.
For thee a hundred fields produc'd their store,
And by thy name ten thousand vassals swore;
So lov’d thy name, that, at their monarch's choice,
All fairy shouted with a general voice.
Oriel alone a secret rage supprest,
That from his bosom heav'd the golden vest.
Along the banks of Thame his empire ran,
Wide was his range, and populous his clan.
When cleanly servants, if we trust old tales,
Beside their wages had good fairy vails,
Whole heaps of silver tokens, nightly paid
The careful wife, or the neat dairy-maid,
Sunk not his stores. With smiles and powerful bribes
He gain’d the leaders of his neighbour tribes,
And ere the night the face of heaven had chang’d,
Beneath his banners half the fairies rang'd.
Mean-while, driven back to earth, a lonely way The chearless Albion wander'd half the day, A long, long journey, choak’d with brakes and thorns Ill-measur'd by ten thousand barley-corns. Tir'd out at length, a spreading stream he spy'd Fed by old Thame, a daughter of the tide : Twas then a spreading stream, though now, its fame Obscur'd, it bears the Creek's inglorious name, And creeps, as through contracted bounds it ftrays, A leap for boys in these degenerate days.
On the clear crystal's verdant bank he stood, And thrice look'd backward on the fatal wood, And thrice he groan'd, and thrice he beat his breast, And thus in tears his kindred gods addrest.
• If true, ye watery powers, my lineage came . From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame; • Down to his court, with coral garlands crown'd;
Through all your grottoes waft my plaintive sound, ' And urge the god, whose trident shakes the earth, • To grace his offspring, and assert my birth.'
He said. A gentle Naiad heard his prayer,
And, touch'd with pity for a lover's care,
Shoots to the sea, where low beneath the tides
Old Neptune in th' unfathom’d deep resides.
Rouz'd at the news, the sea's stern sultan swore
Revenge, and scarce from present arms forbore :
But first the nymph his harbinger be sends,
And to her care the favourite boy commends.
As through the Thames her backward course the guides, Driv'n
up his current by the refluent tides, Along his banks the pygmy legions spread She spies, and haughty Oriel at their head. Soon with wrong'd Albion's name the host the fires, And counts the ocean's god among his fires; · The ocean’s god, by whom shall be o'erthrown,
(Styx heard his oath) the tyrant Oberon. «See here beneath a toadstool's deadly gloom « Lies Albion : him the fates your leader doom. • Hear, and obey ; 'tis Neptune's powerful cally “By him Azuriel and his king fall fall.'
She said. They bow'd: and on their shields up-bore
With shouts their new faluted emperor.
Ev’n Oriel smil'd : at least to finile he strove,
And hopes of vengeance triumph'd over love,
See now the mourner of the lonely shade
By gods protected, and by hosts obey'd,
A slave, a chief, by fickle fortune's play,
In the short course of one revolving day.
What wonder if the youth, so ftrangely blest,
Felt his heart Autter in his little breait !
His thick embattled troops, with secret pride,
He views extended half an acre wide;
More light he treads, more tall he seems to rise,
And ftruts a straw-breadth nearer to the skies.
O for thy Muse, great Bard *, whose lofty strains
In battle join'd the Pygmies and the Cranes !
Each gaudy knight, had I that warmth divine,
Each colour'd legion in my verse laould shine.
But simple I, and innocent of art,
The tale, that sooth'd my infant years, impart,
The tale I heard whole winter-eves, untir'd,
And sing the batiles, that my nurse inspir’d.
Now the shrill corn-pipes, echoing loud to arms, Toʻrank and file reduce the straggling swarms. Thick rows of spears at once, with sudden glare, A grove of needles, glitter in the air; Loose in the winds finall ribbon.streamers flow, Dipt in all colours of the heavenly-bow, And the gay host, that now its inarch pursues, Gleams o'er the meadows in a thousand hues.
On * Mr. Addicon,
On Buda's plains thus formidably bright,
Shone Afia's sons, a pleasing dreadful sight.
In various robes their filken troops were seen,
The blue, the red, and prophet's facred green :
When blooming Brunswick, near the Danube's flood,
First stain'd his maiden sword in Turkish blood.
Unseen and filent march the slow brigades
Through pathless wilds, and unfrequented shades.
In hope already vanquish’d by furprize,
In Albion's power the fairy empire lies;
Already has he feiz'd on Kenna's charms,
And the glad beauty trembles in his arms.
The march concludes : and now in prospect near;
But fenc'd with arms, the hostile towers appear.
For Oberon, or Druids faiseiy fing,
Wore his prime visier in a magic ring,
A subtle spright, that opening plots foretold
By sudden dimness on the beamy gold.
Hence, in a crescent form’d, his legions bright
With beating bosoms waited for the fight;
To charge their foes they march, a glittering band,
And in their van doth bold Azuriel stand.
What rage that hour did Albion's soul possess,
Let chiefs imagine, and let lovers guess!
Forth issuing from his ranks, that trove in vain
To check his course, athwart the dreadful plain
He strides indignant: and with haughty cries
To single fight the fairy prince defics. ·
Forbear! rath youth, th’unequal war to try ;.
Nor, fprung from mortals, with immortals vie,
No god stands ready to avert thy doom,
Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come.
My words are vain-no words the wretch can move,
By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love :
He longs, he burns, to win the glorious prize,
And sees no danger, while he sees her eyes.
Now from each host the eager warriors start,
And furious Albion flings his hasty dart.
'Twas feather'd from the bee's transparent wing,
And its shaft ended in a hornet's sting;
But, tost in rage, it flew without a wound,
High o'er the foe, and guiltless pierc'd the ground.
Not fo Azuriel's : with unerring aim,
Too near the needle-pointed javelin came,
Drove through the seven-fold shield, and filken vest,
And lightly ras'd the lover's ivory breast.
Rouz'd at the smart, and rising to the blow,
With his keen sword he cleaves his fairy foe,
Sheer from the shoulder to the waste he cleaves,
And of one arm the tottering trunk bereaves.
His useless steel brave Albion wields no more, But sternly smiles, and thinks the combat o'er : So had it been, had aught of mortal strain, Or less than fairy, felt the deadly pain. But empyreal forms, howe'er in fight Galh'd and dismember'd, easily unite. As fome frail cup of China's purest mold, With azure varnish'd, and bedropt with gold, Though broke, if cur’d by some nice virgin's hands, In its old ftrength and pristine beauty stands ;