By all his knights surrounded
One day he sat at dine,
In hall of fortress, founded
By ocean’s roaring brine.
The ancient hero rallies
With one more draught his blood,
Then casts the sacred chalice
Below him in the flood.
Deep, deep within the billows
He watched it as it sank;
Then, sinking on his pillows,
No drop more e’er he drank.
THE FAIRIES’ SONG
Balmy the evening air,
Nature, how bright the hue!
But, though the bloom is fair
The sense with sweets to woo,
Love, Music, Mirth, Oh give!
On these we Fairies live!
The glow-worm’s amorous lamp
Recalls her wandering mate;
Their revel in the swamp
Outshines the halls of State.
Then, Spirits, hither fly,
And match their revelry!
The Bat is on the wing,
And Gnats, what reels they run!
In wide or narrow ring,
An atmosphere of fun.
Then let us to the dance,
And feet like midges glance!
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London
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.