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F A I R Y T A L E.
By Dr. PAR N E L L.
N Britain's isle and Arthur's days,
Tho' badly shap'd he been.
His mountain back mote well be said
And lift itself above;
This creature dar'd to love.
He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Cou'd ladies look within ;
He had a shape to win.
Edwin, if right I read my song,
All in the moony light ;
To revel out the night.
His heart was drear, his hope was cross’d, 'Twas late, 'twas far, the path was lost
That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.
But scant he lays him on the floor,
A trembling, rocks the ground:
On all the walls around.
Now founding tongues affail his ear,
And now the sounds increase :
Come prankling o'er the place.
But (trust me Gentles !) never yet
Or half so rich before :
The town its filken store.
Now whilft he gaz'd, a gallant drest,
With awful accent cry'd ;
Has here presum'd to hide ?
At this the fwain, whose vent'rous foul
Advanc'd in open fight;
“ Your revels of the night.
“ 'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, “ Which made my steps unweeting rove,
“ Amid the nightly dew." "Tis well the gallant cries again, We fairies never injure men
Who dare to tell us true.
Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
To make thee grief resign ;
Be little Mable thine.
He spoke, and all a sudden there
With Edwin of the green.
The dauncing past, the board was laid,
As heart and lip desire,
And with a with retire.
But now to please the fairie king,
And antic feats devise ;
In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.
'Till one at last that Robin hight,
Has hent him up aloof;
To spraul unneath the roof.
From thence, “ Reverse my charm, he cries, “ And let it fairly now fuffice
“ The gambol has been shown.” But Oberon answers with a smile, Content thee Edwin for a while,
The vantage is thine own.
Here ended all the phantom-play ;
And heard a cock to crow;
To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they fly,
Poor Edwin falls to floor ;
Thro' all the land before.