The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a mountain,
SEE through yon cloud that rolls in wrath, One little star benignant peep,
I
Captive on a foreign shore,
At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, 'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
BRIGHT Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a wedded wife a twelvemonth and a day,
Scene: On Monaro
Dramatis Personae:
Not that Queen Venus of adulterous fame,
Whose love was lust's insatiable flame--
Goddesse of Nimphs, and honour of thy kinde,
This Age's Phoenix, Beautie's richest bower.
Does pleasant spring return once more?
She stood between two gold pillars;
Behind her lay a misty field,
STRANGER, thou art standing now
On Colonus' sparry brow;
\Myrddin:\
How sad with me, how said,
YET still Alcithoe perverse remains,
And Bacchus still, and all his rites, disdains.
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
His duties are to pinch, and poke,
And squeeze them till they nearly choke.
Wait for the Victim to commence:
No Ghost of any common sense
From the woods and the glossy green,
With the wild thyme strewn;
Priam's castle-walls had sunk,
Troy in dust and ashes lay,
It fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys,
'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light
Shone out thro' the open door
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight,
On the desert
A silence from the moon's deepest valley.
A CUP she gave him, with kindly greeting
and winsome words. Of wounden gold,
I was living very merrily on Middle Earth
As merry as a maid may be
Upon his battlements he stood,
And downward gazed in joyous mood,
"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, "'tis born in 'em maybe,
The same as fits, an' freckles, an' follerin' the sea,
There once dwelt in Olympus some notable oddities,
For their wild singularities call'd Gods and Goddesses.--
THE birds came to tell Siegfried a story,
A story of the woods out of a tree:
Farewell, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
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