And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay

Come prankling o'er the place,
But (trust me, Gentles !) never yet
Was dight a masquing half so neat,

Or half so rich before;
The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The sea the pearl, the sky the plumes,

The town its filken store.
Now whilst hie gaz'd, a gallant drest
In faunting robes above the rest,

With awful accent cry'd ;
What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whofe fighs infect the balmy wind,

Has here presum’d to hide ?
At this the swain, whose venturous soul
No fears of magic art control,

Advanc'd in open light;
" Nor have I cause of dreed, he said,
• Who view, by no presumption led,

" 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,
- Be mine the task, or ere we part,

16 To make thee grief resign;
“ Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce;
“ Whilft I with Mab, my partner, daunce,

" Be little Mable thine."

Ile fpoke, and all a sudden there
Light music floats in wanton air;
The monarch leads the

queen : The rest their fairy partners found : And Mable trimly tript the ground

With Edwin of the Green.

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The dauncing past, the board was laid,
And liker such a feaft was made,

As heart and lip defire,
Withouten hands the dishes fly,
The glasses with a with come nigh,

And with a with retire.
But, now to pleale the fairy king,
Full every deal they laugh and fing,

And antic feats devise;
Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other some transmute their shape

In Edwin's wondering eyes.
Till one at lait, that Robin hight,
Renown'd for pinching maids by night,

Has bent him up aloof;

And

And full against the beam he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung

To spraul unneath the roof.

From theņće, “ Reverse my charm, he cries,
w And let it fairly now fuffice

“ The gambol has been shown."
But Oberon answers with a smile,
6 Content thee Edwin for a while,

“ The vantage is thine own.”
Mere ended all the phantom-play ;
They Imelt the fresh approach of day,

And heard a cock to crow;
The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud,

To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers dye ;

Poor Edwin falls to floor;
Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was never wight in such a case

Through all the land before.
But soon as Dan Apollo rose,
Full jolly creature home he goes,

He feels his back the less;
His honest tongue and steady mind
Had rid him of the lump behind,

Which made him want success.

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With lusty livelyhed he talks,
He seems a dauncing as he walks,

His story foon took wind ;
And beauteous Edith sees the youth
Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,,

Without a bunch behind.

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The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
The youth of Edith erst approv'd;

To see the revel scene :
At close of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd doine,

All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it so befell,
The wind came rustling down a delly,

A shaking seiz’d the wall;
Up spring the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,

And music fills the hall.

But certes sorely sunk with woe
Sir Topaz sees the Elphin show,

His spirits in him dye :
When Oberon crys, “ A man is ncar,
“ A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,

“ Hangs flagging in the sky." With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth ! In accents faultering, ay for rith,

Intreats them pity graunt;

For

For als he been a mister wight:
Betray'd by wandering in the night

To tread the circled haunt;

Ah Losell vile, at once they roar :-
" And little skill'd of fairie lore,

" Thy cause to come, we know :
Now has thy kestrell courage fell;
6. And fairies, fince a lye you tell,

" Are free to work thee wae."

Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
'To trail the swains among the mire,

The caitiff upward flung ;
There, like a tortoise, in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,

Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds’apace,
Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,

They sit, they drink, and eat;
The time with frolic mirth beguile,
And

poor Sir Topaz hangs the while

Till all the rout retreat.

By this the stars began to wink,
They shriek, they fly, the tapers fink,

And down y-drops the knight :
For never spell by fairie laid
With strong enchantment bound a glade,

Beyond the length of night.