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Edwin, if right I read my fong,

With flighted paffion pac'd along
All in the moony light;

"Twas near an old inchanted court,
Where sportive fairies made refort
To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd,
'Twas late, 'twas far, the path was loft
That reach'd the neighbour-town;
With weary steps he quits the fhades,
Refolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.

But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

A trembling, rocks the ground:
And, well I ween to count aright,
At once an hundred tapers light
On all the walls around.

Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,
And now the founds increafe:
And from the corner where he lay
He fees a train profufely gay

Come prankling o'er the place.

· But

But (truft me Gentles!) never ye

Was dight a mafquing half fo neat,

Or half fo rich before:

The country lent the fweet perfumes,
The fea the pearl, the sky the plumes
The town its filken ftore.

Now whilft he gaz'd, a gallant dreft,
In flaunting robes above the reft,
With awful accent cry'd;

What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whofe fighs infect the balmy wind,
Has here prefum'd to hide?

At this the fwain, whofe vent'rous foul.
No fears of magic art controul,

Advanc'd in open fight;

"Nor have I caufe of dreed, he faid, Who view by no prefumption led

"Your revels of the night.

'Twas grief, for fcorn of faithful love, "Which made my fteps unweeting rove, "Amid the nightly dew."

'Tis well the gallant cries again,

We fairies never injure men

Who dare to tell us true.



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Exalt thy love-dejected heart,

Be mine the task, or ere we part,

To make thee grief refign;

Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce; Whilft I with Mab, my part'ner, daunce, Be little Mable thine.

He spoke, and all a fudden there
Light mufic floats in wanton air;

The monarch leads the queen:
The reft their fairie part'ners found:
And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the green.

The dauncing paft, the board was laid, And fiker fuch a feaft was made

As heart and lip defire,

Withouten hands the dishes fly,
The glaffes with a wifh come nigh,
And with a wish retire.

But now to please the fairie king,
Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing,

And antic feats devife;

Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other-fome tranfmute their shape

In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.

Till o ne at laft that Robin hight,

Renown'd for pinching maids by night,
Has hent him up aloof;

And full against the beam he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung
To fpraul unneath the roof.

From thence, "Reverse my charm, he cries,
"And let it fairly now fuffice

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The gambol has been fhown."

But Oberon anfwers with a smile,
Content thee Edwin for a while,
The vantage is thine own.

Here ended all the phantom-play;
They fmelt the fresh approach of day,
And heard a cock to crow;

The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clap'd the door, and whiftled loud,
To warn them all to go.

Then fereaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers dye;

Poor Edwin falls to floor;

Forlorn his ftate, and dark the place,
Was never wight in fuch a cafe

Thro' all the land before.


But foon as dan Apollo rose,

Full jolly creature home he goes,

He feels his back the less;

His honeft tongue and fteady mind
Had rid him of the lump behind,
Which made him want fuccefs.

With lufty livelyhed he talks,
He seems a dauncing as he walks,
His ftory foon took wind;

And beauteous Edith fees the youth,
Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth,
Without a bunch behind.

The ftory told, Sir Topas mov'd,
The youth of Edith erft approv'd,
To fee the revel scene:

At close of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd dome
All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it fo befell,
The wind came ruftling down a dell,

A fhaking seiz'd the wall:

Up fprung the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,

And mufic fills the hall.


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