SONG. SPIRIT here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! Spirit here that burnest! Spirit here that mournest! My forehead low, Enshaded with thy pinions! All passion-struck, Into thy pale dominions! Spirit here that laughest! Spirit here that quaffest! Spirit here that dancest! Noble soul that prancest! I join in the glee, While nudging the elbow of Momus ! Spirit! I flush With a Bacchanal blush, Just fresh from the banquet of Comus! FAERY SONG. AH! woe is me! poor silver-wing! That I must see These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall! Such calm favonian burial! Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,— The blossoms hang by a melting spell, And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice Upon her closed eyes, That now in vain are weeping their last tears, At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green,Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,Alas! poor Queen! EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA. 1818. O! WERE I one of the Olympian twelve, Each step he took should make his lady's hand A kiss should bud upon the tree of love, When wedding fiddles are a-playing, Huzza for folly O! And when maidens go a-Maying, Huzza, &c. When a milk-pail is upset, Huzza, &c. And the clothes left in the wet, Huzza, &c. When the barrel 's set abroach, Huzza, &c. When Kate Eyebrow keeps a coach, Huzza, &c. When the pig is over-roasted, Huzza, &c. And the cheese is over-toasted, Huzza, &c. O, I am frighten'd with most hateful thoughts! The stranger lighted from his steed, And ere he spake a word, And kiss'd it all unheard. II. The stranger walk'd into the hall, He kiss'd my lady's cherry lips, And kiss'd 'em all unheard. * |