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Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black
As winter-chimney, or well-polish'd jet,
Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming fcent:
Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwalador and Arthur, kings
Full famous in romantic tale) when he
O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff,
Upon a cargo of fam’d Ceftrian cheese,
High over-shadowing rides, with a design
To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
Yclip'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles' Ariconium, fruitful foil !
Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may

vic With Maffic, Setin, or renown's Falern.

Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and filent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monster! hated by gods and men,
To my aèrial citadel ascends,
With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls ; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the folemn sound.
What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz’d,
Confounded, to the dark recess I fly
Of wood-hole; strait my briftling hairs erect
Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews
My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;
So horrible he seems! His faded brow


Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard,
And spreading band, admir’d by modern saints,
Disastrous acts forebode; in his right hand
Long scrolls of paper folemnly he waves,
With characters and figures dire inscrib’d,
Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods, avert
Such plagues from righteous men !) Behind him stalks
Another monster, not unlike himself,
Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call’d
A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods
With force incredible, and magic charms,
First have endued: if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated thoulder lay
Of debtor, strait his body, to the touch
Obsequious (as whilom knights were wont)
To some inchanted castle is convey'd,
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
In durance strict detain him, till, in form
Of money, Pallas sets the captive free.

Beware, ye debtors ! when ye walk, beware,
Be circumspect; oft with insidious ken
The caitiff eyes your steps aloof, and oft
Lies perdue in a nook or gloomy cave,
Prompt to inchant. fome inadvertent wretch
With his unhallow'd touch. So (poets fing)
Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn
An everlasting foe, with watchful eye
Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap,
Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice
Sure ruin. So her disembowel'd web


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Arachne, in a hall or kitchen, spreads
Obvious to vagrant Aies : She secret stands
Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Inextricable, nor will aught avail
Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ;
The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone,
And butterfly proud of expanded wings
Distinct with gold, intangled in her snares,
Useless resistance make : with


She towering flies to her expected fpoils;
Then, with envenom'd jaws, the vital blood
Drinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave
Their bulky carcases triumphant drags.

So pass my days. But, when nocturnal shades
This world invelop, and th’inclement air
Persuades men to repel benumming frosts
With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood;
Me, lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Of loving friend, delights ; distress’d, forlorn,
Amidst the horrors of the tedious night,
Darkling I figh, and feed with dismal thoughts
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse
Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades,
Or desperate lady near a purling stream,
Or lover pendent on a willow-tree.
Meanwhile I labour with eternal drought,
And restless wish, and rave; my parched throat.
Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose;



But if a slumber haply does inyade
My weary limbs, my fancy's still awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,
Tipples imaginary pots of ale,
In vain ; awake I find the settled thirst.
Still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curfe.

Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr’d,,,
Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays
Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach,
Nor walnut in rough-furrow'd coat secure,
Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay :
Afflictions great! yet greater still remain :
My Galligarkins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued (what will not time subdue !)
An horrid chasm disclos'd with orifice
Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds
Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts,
Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship,
Long fail'd secure, or through th' Ægean deep,
Or che Ionian, till cruising near
The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush
On Scylla, or Charybdis (dangerous rocks !)
She strikes rebounding ; whence the shatter'd oak, ,
So fierce a shock unable to withstand,
Admits the sea; in at the gaping fide
The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage,



Resistless, overwhelming ; horrors seize
The mariners; death in their eyes appears,
They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they

(Vain efforts !) still the battering waves rush in,
Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam,
The ship finks foundering in the vast abyss.


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