And wrought by spumy bitumen Let me breathe upon their skies, Will sear my plumage newly budded Bre. Spirit of Fire-away! away! Soothly I am sick for you. Zep. Gentle Breama! by the first Call'd Vesper, who with silver veil Ever hides his brilliance pale, Sal. Out, ye aguish Fairies, out! Keep ye with your frozen breath, Dus By thee, Sprite, will I be guided! I care not for cold or heat; Frost and flame, or sparks, or sleet, To my essence are the same; To the torrid spouts and fountains, Touch the very pulse of fire With my bare unlidded eyes. Sal. Sweet Dusketha! paradise! Off, ye icy Spirits, fly! Frosty creatures of the sky Dus. Breathe upon them, fiery sprite! Sal. Go, feed on icicles, while we Bedded in tongue-flames will be. Dus. Lead me to those feverous glooms, Sprite of Fire! Bre. Me to the blooms, Blue-eyed Zephyr, of those flowers Far in the west where the May-cloud lowers; And the beams of still Vesper, when winds are all wist, Are shed through the rain and the milder mist, And twilight your floating bowers. 1819. EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA. ! WERE I one of the Olympian twelve Their godships should pass this into a law, That when a man doth set himself in toil After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his lady's hand A kiss should bud upon the tree of love, I Look where no one dares, And I stare where no one stares; * FOLLY'S SONG. When wedding fiddles are a-playing, Huzza for folly O' And when maidens go a- -Maying, Huzza, &c. And Miss Chip has kiss'd the sawyer, Huzza, &c. * Oh, I am frighten'd with most hateful thoughts The stranger lighted from his steed, II. The stranger walk'd into the hall, III. The stranger walk'd into the bower,— IV. My lady's maid had a silken scarf And a golden ring had she, And a kiss from the stranger, as off he went |