The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Twas in that mellow season of the yearB
When the hot sun singes the yellow leavesC
Till they be gold and with a broader sphereB
The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheavesC
When more abundantly the spider weavesC
And the cold wind breathes from a chillier climeD
That forth I fared on one of those still evesC
Touch'd with the dewy sadness of the timeD
To think how the bright months had spent their primeD
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So that wherever I address'd my wayE
I seem'd to track the melancholy feetF
Of him that is the Father of DecayE
And spoils at once the sour weed and the sweetF
Wherefore regretfully I made retreatF
To some unwasted regions of my brainG
Charm'd with the light of summer and the heatF
And bade that bounteous season bloom againH
And sprout fresh flowers in mine own domainG
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It was a shady and sequester'd sceneI
Like those famed gardens of BoccaccioC
Planted with his own laurels evergreenI
And roses that for endless summer blowJ
And there were fountain springs to overflowJ
Their marble basins and cool green arcadesC
Of tall o'erarching sycamores to throwJ
Athwart the dappled path their dancing shadesC
With timid coneys cropping the green bladesC
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And there were crystal pools peopled with fishL
Argent and gold and some of Tyrian skinM
Some crimson barr'd and ever at a wishL
They rose obsequious till the wave grew thinM
As glass upon their backs and then dived inM
Quenching their ardent scales in watery gloomD
Whilst others with fresh hues row'd forth to winM
My changeable regard for so we doomD
Things born of thought to vanish or to bloomD
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And there were many birds of many dyesC
From tree to tree still faring to and froJ
And stately peacocks with their splendid eyesC
And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glowJ
Like Iris just bedabbled in her bowN
Beside some vocalists without a nameD
That oft on fairy errands come and goJ
With accents magical and all were tameD
And peckled at my hand where'er I cameD
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And for my sylvan company in lieuO
Of Pampinea with her lively peersC
Sate Queen Titania with her pretty crewO
All in their liveries quaint with elfin gearsC
For she was gracious to my childish yearsC
And made me free of her enchanted roundP
Wherefore this dreamy scene she still endearsC
And plants her court upon a verdant moundP
Fenced with umbrageous woods and groves profoundP
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Ah me she cries was ever moonlight seenI
So clear and tender for our midnight tripsC
Go some one forth and with a trump conveneI
My lieges all Away the goblin skipsC
A pace or two apart and deftly stripsC
The ruddy skin from a sweet rose's cheekQ
Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lipsC
Making it utter forth a shrill small shriekQ
Like a fray'd bird in the gray owlet's beakQ
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And lo upon my fix'd delighted kenH
Appear'd the loyal Fays Some by degreesC
Crept from the primrose buds that open'd thenH
Ana some from bell shaped blossoms like the beesC
Some from the dewy meads and rushy leasC
Flew up like chafers when the rustics passC
Some from the rivers others from tall treesC
Dropp'd like shed blossoms silent to the grassC
Spirits and elfins small of every classC
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Peri and Pixy and quaint Puck the AnticR
Brought Robin Goodfellow that merry swainG
And stealthy Mab queen of old realms romanticR
Came too from distance in her tiny wainG
Fresh dripping from a cloud some bloomy rainG
Then circling the bright Moon had wash'd her carS
And still bedew'd it with a various stainG
Lastly came Ariel shooting from a starS
Who bears all fairy embassies afarS
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But Oberon that night elsewhere exiledT
Was absent whether some distemper'd spleenI
Kept him and his fair mate unreconciledT
Or warfare with the Gnome whose race had beenM
Sometime obnoxious kept him from his queenI
And made her now peruse the starry skiesC
Prophetical with such an absent mienI
Howbeit the tears stole often to her eyesC
And oft the Moon was incensed with her sighsC
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Which made the elves sport drearily and soonU
Their hushing dances languish'd to a standV
Like midnight leaves when as the Zephyrs swoonU
All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'dV
So into silence droop'd the fairy bandV
To see their empress dear so pale and stillW
Crowding her softly round on either handV
As pale as frosty snowdrops and as chillW
To whom the sceptred dame reveals her illW
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Alas quoth she ye know our fairy livesC
Are leased upon the fickle faith of menH
Not measured out against Fate's mortal knivesC
Like human gosamers we perish whenH
We fade and are forgot in worldly kensC
Though poesy has thus prolong'd our dateV
Thanks be to the sweet Bard's auspicious penH
That rescued us so long howbeit of lateV
I feel some dark misgivings of our fateV
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And this dull day my melancholy sleepX
Hath been so thronged with images of woeJ
That even now I cannot choose but weepX
To think this was some sad prophetic showJ
Of future horror to befall us soJ
Of mortal wreck and uttermost distressC
Yea our poor empire's fall and overthrowJ
For this was my long vision's dreadful stressC
And when I waked my trouble was not lessC
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Whenever to the clouds I tried to seekQ
Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wingsC
My faithless wand was wavering and weakQ
And slimy toads had trespass'd in our ringsC
The birds refused to sing for me all thingsC
Disown'd their old allegiance to our spellsC
The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stingsC
And when I pass'd the valley lily's bellsC
Rang out methought most melancholy knellsC
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And ever on the faint and flagging airY
A doleful spirit with a dreary noteV
Cried in my fearful ear 'Prepare prepare '-
Which soon I knew came from a raven's throatV
Perch'd on a cypress bough not far remoteV
A cursed bird too crafty to be shotV
That alway cometh with his soot black coatV
To make hearts dreary for he is a blotV
Upon the book of life as well ye wotV
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Wherefore some while I bribed him to be muteV
With bitter acorns stuffing his foul mawD
Which barely I appeased when some fresh bruitV
Startled me all aheap and soon I sawD
The horridest shape that ever raised my aweZ
A monstrous giant very huge and tallA2
Such as in elder times devoid of lawD
With wicked might grieved the primeval ballA2
And this was sure the deadliest of them allA2
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Gaunt was he as a wolf of LanguedocQ
With bloody jaws and frost upon his crownB2
So from his barren poll one hoary lockQ
Over his wrinkled front fell far adownB2
Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frownB2
Like jagged icicles at cottage eavesC
And for his coronal he wore some brownB2
And bristled ears gather'd from Ceres' sheavesC
Entwined with certain sere and russet leavesC
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And lo upon a mast rear'd far aloftV
He bore a very bright and crescent bladeV
The which he waved so dreadfully and oftV
In meditative spite that sore dismay'dV
I crept into an acorn cup for shadeV
Meanwhile the horrid effigy went byK
I trow his look was dreadful for it madeV
The trembling birds betake them to the skyK
For every leaf was lifted by his sighK
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And ever as he sigh'd his foggy breathC2
Blurr'd out the landscape like a flight of smokeQ
Thence knew I this was either dreary DeathC2
Or Time who leads all creatures to his strokeQ
Ah wretched me Here even as she spokeQ
The melancholy Shape came gliding inB2
And lean'd his back against an antique oakQ
Folding his wings that were so fine and thinB2
They scarce were seen against the Dryad's skinB2
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Then what a fear seized all the little routV
Look how a flock of panick'd sheep will stareY
And huddle close and start and wheel aboutV
Watching the roaming mongrel here and thereY
So did that sudden Apparition scareY
All close aheap those small affrighted thingsC
Nor sought they now the safety of the airY
As if some leaden spell withheld their wingsC
But who can fly that ancientest of KingsC
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Whom now the Queen with a forestalling tearY
And previous sigh beginneth to entreatV
Bidding him spare for love her lieges dearB
Alas quoth she is there no nodding wheatV
Ripe for thy crooked weapon and more meetV
Or wither'd leaves to ravish from the treeC
Or crumbling battlements for thy defeatV
Think but what vaunting monuments there beC
Builded in spite and mockery of theeC
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O fret away the fabric walls of FameD
And grind down marble C sars with the dustV
Make tombs inscriptionless raze each high nameD
And waste old armors of renown with rustV
Do all of this and thy revenge is justV
Make such decays the trophies of thy primeD
And check Ambition's overweening lustV
That dares exterminating war with TimeD
But we are guiltless of that lofty crimeD
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Frail feeble spirits the children of a dreamD
Leased on the sufferance of fickle menB2
Like motes dependent on the sunny beamD
Living but in the sun's indulgent kenB2
And when that light withdraws withdrawing thenB2
So do we flutter in the glance of youthD2
And fervid fancy and so perish whenB2
The eye of faith grows aged in sad truthD2
Feeling thy sway O Time though not thy toothD2
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Where be those old divinities forlornB2
That dwelt in trees or haunted in a streamD
Alas their memories are dimm'd and tornB2
Like the remainder tatters of a dreamD
So will it fare with our poor thrones I deemD
For us the same dark trench Oblivion delvesC
That holds the wastes of every human schemeD
O spare us then and these our pretty elvesC
We soon alas shall perish of ourselvesC
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Now as she ended with a sigh to nameD
Those old Olympians scatter'd by the whirlE2
Of Fortune's giddy wheel and brought to shameD
Methought a scornful and malignant curlE2
Show'd on the lips of that malicious churlE2
To think what noble havocs he had madeV
So that I fear'd he all at once would hurlE2
The harmless fairies into endless shadeV
Howbeit he stopp'd awhile to whet his bladeV
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Pity it was to hear the elfins' wailE2
Rise up in concert from their mingled dreadV
Pity it was to see them all so paleE2
Gaze on the grass as for a dying bedV
But Puck was seated on a spider's threadV
That hung between two branches of a briarF2
And 'gan to swing and gambol heels o'er headV
Like any Southwark tumbler on a wireF2
For him no present grief could long inspireG2
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Meanwhile the Queen with many piteous dropsC
Falling like tiny sparks full fast and freeC
Bedews a pathway from her throne and stopsC
Before the foot of her arch enemyC
And with her little arms enfolds his kneeC
That shows more grisly from that fair embraceC
But she will ne'er depart Alas quoth sheC
My painful fingers I will here enlaceC
Till I have gain'd your pity for our raceC
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What have we ever done to earn this grudgeH2
And hate if not too humble for thy hatingQ
Look o'er our labors and our lives and judgeH2
If there be any ills of our creatingQ
For we are very kindly creatures datingQ
With nature's charities still sweet and blandV
O think this murder worthy of debatingQ
Herewith she makes a signal with her handV
To beckon some one from the Fairy bandV
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Anon I saw one of those elfin thingsC
Clad all in white like any choristerC
Come fluttering forth on his melodious wingsC
That made soft music at each little stirC
But something louder than a bee's demurC
Before he lights upon a bunch of broomD
And thus 'gan he with Saturn to conferC
And O his voice was sweet touch'd with the gloomD
Of that sad theme that argued of his doomD
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Quoth he We make all melodies our careC
That no false discords may offend the SunB2
Music's great master tuning everywhereC
All pastoral sounds and melodies each oneB2
Duly to place and season so that noneB2
May harshly interfere We rouse at mornB2
The shrill sweet lark and when the day is doneB2
Hush silent pauses for the bird forlornB2
That singeth with her breast against a thornB2
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We gather in loud choirs the twittering raceC
That make a chorus with their single noteV
And tend on new fledged birds in every placeC
That duly they may get their tunes by roteV
And oft like echoes answering remoteV
We hide in thickets from the feather'd throngQ
And strain in rivalship each throbbing throatV
Singing in shrill responses all day longQ
Whilst the glad truant listens to our songQ
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Wherefore great King of Years as thou dost loveK
The raining music from a morning cloudV
When vanish'd larks are carolling aboveK
To wake Apollo with their pipings loudV
If ever thou hast heard in leafy shroudV
The sweet and plaintive Sappho of the dellE2
Show thy sweet mercy on this little crowdV
And we will muffle up the sheepfold bellE2
Whene'er thou listenest to PhilomelE2
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Then Saturn thus Sweet is the merry larkQ
That carols in man's ear so clear and strongQ
And youth must love to listen in the darkQ
That tuneful elegy of Tereus' wrongQ
But I have heard that ancient strain too longQ
For sweet is sweet but when a little strangeI2
And I grow weary for some newer songQ
For wherefore had I wings unless to rangeI2
Through all things mutable from change to changeI2
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But would'st thou hear the melodies of TimeD
Listen when sleep and drowsy darkness rollE2
Over hush'd cities and the midnight chimeD
Sounds from their hundred clocks and deep bells tollE2
Like a last knell over the dead world's soulE2
Saying 'Time shall be final of all thingsC
Whose late last voice must elegize the whole '-
O then I clap aloft my brave broad wingsC
And make the wide air tremble while it ringsC
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Then next a fair Eve Fay made meek addressC
Saying We be the handmaids of the SpringQ
In sign whereof May the quaint broideressC
Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wingQ
We tend upon buds birth and blossomingQ
And count the leafy tributes that they oweJ
As so much to the earth so much to flingQ
In showers to the brook so much to goJ
In whirlwinds to the clouds that made them growJ
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The pastoral cowslips are our little petsC
And daisy stars whose firmament is greenB2
Pansies and those veil'd nuns meek violetsC
Sighing to that warm world from which they screenB2
And golden daffodils pluck'd for May's QueenB2
And lonely harebells quaking on the heathJ2
And Hyacinth long since a fair youth seenB2
Whose tuneful voice turn'd fragrance in his breathC2
Kiss'd by sad Zephyr guilty of his deathC2
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The widow'd primrose weeping to the moonB2
And saffron crocus in whose chalice brightV
A cool libation hoarded for the noonB2
Is kept and she that purifies the lightV
The virgin lily faithful to her whiteV
Whereon Eve wept in Eden for her shameD
And the most dainty rose Aurora's sprightV
Our every godchild by whatever nameD
Spares us our lives for we did nurse the sameD
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Then that old Mower stamp'd his heel and struckQ
His hurtful scythe against the harmless groundV
Saying Ye foolish imps when am I stuckQ
With gaudy buds or like a wooer crown'dV
With flow'ry chaplets save when they are foundV
Withered Whenever have I pluck'd a roseC
Except to scatter its vain leaves aroundV
For so all gloss of beauty I opposeC
And bring decay on every flow'r that blowsC
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Or when am I so wroth as when I viewK
The wanton pride of Summer how she decksC
The birthday world with blossoms ever newK
As if Time had not lived and heap'd great wrecksC
Of years on years O then I bravely vexC
And catch the gay Months in their gaudy plightV
And slay them with the wreaths about their necksC
Like foolish heifers in the holy riteV
And raise great trophies to my ancient mightV
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Then saith another We are kindly thingsC
And like her offspring nestle with the doveK
Witness these hearts embroidered on our wingsC
To show our constant patronage of loveK
We sit at even in sweet bow'rs aboveK
Lovers and shake rich odors on the airC
To mingle with their sighs and still removeK
The startling owl and bid the bat forbearC
Their privacy and haunt some other whereC
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And we are near the mother when she sitsC
Beside her infant in its wicker bedV
And we are in the fairy scene that flitsC
Across its tender brain sweet dreams we shedV
And whilst the tender little soul is fledV
Away to sport with our young elves the whileE2
We touch the dimpled cheek with roses redV
And tickle the soft lips until they smileE2
So that their careful parents they beguileE2
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O then if ever thou hast breathed a vowK
At Love's dear portal or at pale moon riseC
Crush'd the dear curl on a regardful browK
That did not frown thee from thy honey prizeC
If ever thy sweet son sat on thy thighsC
And wooed thee from thy careful thoughts withinB2
To watch the harmless beauty of his eyesC
Or glad thy fingers on his smooth soft skinB2
For Love's dear sake let us thy pity winB2
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Then Saturn fiercely thus What joy have IK
In tender babes that have devour'd mine ownB2
Whenever to the light I heard them cryK
Till foolish Rhea cheated me with stoneB2
Whereon till now is my great hunger shownB2
In monstrous dint of my enormous toothD2
And but the peopled world is too full grownB2
For hunger's edge I would consume all youthD2
At one great meal without delay or ruthD2
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For I am well nigh crazed and wild to hearC
How boastful fathers taunt me with their breedV
Saying 'We shall not die nor disappearC
But in these other selves ourselves succeedV
Ev'n as ripe flowers pass into their seedV
Only to be renew'd from prime to prime '-
All of which boastings I am forced to readV
Besides a thousand challenges to TimeD
Which bragging lovers have compiled in rhymeD
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Wherefore when they are sweetly met o' nightsC
There will I steal and with my hurried handV
Startle them suddenly from their delightsC
Before the next encounter hath been plann'dV
Ravishing hours in little minutes spann'dV
But when they say farewell and grieve apartV
Then like a leaden statue I will standV
Meanwhile their many tears encrust my dartV
And with a ragged edge cut heart from heartV
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Then next a merry Woodsman clad in greenB2
Step vanward from his mates that idly stoodV
Each at his proper ease as they had beenB2
Nursed in the liberty of old Sh rwoodV
And wore the livery of Robin HoodV
Who wont in forest shades to dine and supK2
So came this chief right frankly and made goodV
His haunch against his axe and thus spoke upK2
Doffing his cap which was an acorn's cupK2
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We be small foresters and gay who tendV
On trees and all their furniture of greenB2
Training the young boughs airily to bendV
And show blue snatches of the sky betweenB2
Or knit more close intricacies to screenB2
Birds' crafty dwellings as may hide them bestV
But most the timid blackbird's she that seenB2
Will bear black poisonous berries to her nestV
Lest man should cage the darlings of her breastV
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We bend each tree in proper attitudeV
And founting willows train in silvery fallsC
We frame all shady roofs and arches rudeV
And verdant aisles leading to Dryads' hallsC
Or deep recesses where the Echo callsC
We shape all plumy trees against the skyK
And carve tall elms' Corinthian capitalsC
When sometimes as our tiny hatchets plyK
Men say the tapping woodpecker is nighK
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Sometimes we scoop the squirrel's hollow cellE2
And sometimes carve quaint letters on trees' rindV
That haply some lone musing wight may spellE2
Dainty Aminta Gentle RosalindV
Or chastest Laura sweetly call'd to mindV
In sylvan solitudes ere he lies downB2
And sometimes we enrich gray stems with twinedV
And vagrant ivy or rich moss whose brownB2
Burns into gold as the warm sun goes downB2
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And lastly for mirth's sake and Christmas cheerC
We bear the seedling berries for increaseC
To graft the Druid oaks from year to yearC
Careful that mistletoe may never ceaseC
Wherefore if thou dost prize the shady peaceC
Of sombre forests or to see light breakQ
Through sylvan cloisters and in spring releaseC
Thy spirit amongst leaves from careful akeQ
Spare us our lives for the Green Dryad's sakeQ
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Then Saturn with a frown Go forth and fellE2
Oak for your coffins and thenceforth lay byK
Your axes for the rust and bid farewellE2
To all sweet birds and the blue peeps of skyK
Through tangled branches for ye shall not spyK
The next green generation of the treeE2
But hence with the dead leaves whene'e they flyK
Which in the bleak air I would rather seeE2
Than flights of the most tuneful birds that beE2
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For I dislike all prime and verdant petsC
Ivy except that on the aged wallK
Prays with its worm like roots and daily fretsC
The crumbled tower it seems to league withalK
King like worn down by its own coronalK
Neither in forest haunts love I to wonB2
Before the golden plumage 'gins to fallK
And leaves the brown bleak limbs with few leaves onB2
Or bare like Nature in her skeletonB2
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For then sit I amongst the crooked boughsC
Wooing dull Memory with kindred sighsC
And there in rustling nuptials we espouseC
Smit by the sadness in each other's eyesC
But Hope must have green bowers and blue skiesC
And must be courted with the gauds of SpringQ
Whilst Youth leans god like on her lap and criesC
'What shall we always do but love and sing '-
And Time is reckon'd a discarded thingQ
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Here in my dream it made me fret to seeE2
How Puck the antic all this dreary whileK
Had blithely jested with calamityE2
With mis timed mirth mocking the doleful styleK
Of his sad comrades till it raised my bileK
To see him so reflect their grief asideV
Turning their solemn looks to have a smileK
Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tideV
But soon a novel advocate I spiedV
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Quoth he We teach all natures to fulfilK
Their fore appointed crafts and instincts meetV
The bee's sweet alchemy the spider's skillK
The pismire's care to garner up his wheatV
And rustic masonry to swallows fleetV
The lapwing's cunning to preserve her nestV
But most that lesser pelican the sweetV
And shrilly ruddock with its bleeding breastV
Its tender pity of poor babes distrestV
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Sometimes we cast our shapes and in sleek skinsC
Delve with the timid mole that aptly delvesC
From our example so the spider spinsC
And eke the silk worm pattern'd by ourselvesC
Sometimes we travail on the summer shelvesC
Of early bees and busy toils commenceC
Watch'd of wise men that know not we are elvesC
But gaze and marvel at our stretch of senseC
And praise our human like intelligenceC
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Wherefore by thy delight in that old taleK
And plaintive dirges the late robins singQ
What time the leaves are scatter'd by the galeK
Mindful of that old forest buryingQ
As thou dost love to watch each tiny thingQ
For whom our craft most curiously contrivesC
If thou hast caught a bee upon the wingQ
To take his honey bag spare us our livesC
And we will pay the ransom in full hivesC
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LVIIIK
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Now by my glass quoth Time ye do offendV
In teaching the brown bees that careful loreC
And frugal ants whose millions would have endV
But they lay up for need a timely storeC
And travail with the seasons evermoreC
Whereas Great Mammoth long hath pass'd awayE
And none but I can tell what hide he woreC
Whilst purblind men the creatures of a dayE
In riddling wonder his great bones surveyE
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LIXC
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Then came an elf right beauteous to beholdV
Whose coat was like a brooklet that the sunB2
Hath all embroider'd with its crooked goldV
It was so quaintly wrought and overrunB2
With spangled traceries most meet for oneB2
That was a warden of the pearly streamsC
And as he stept out of the shadows dunB2
His jewels sparkled in the pale moon's gleamsC
And shot into the air their pointed beamsC
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LXC
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Quoth he We bear the gold and silver keysC
Of bubbling springs and fountains that belowK
Course thro' the veiny earth which when they freezeC
Into hard crysolites we bid to flowK
Creeping like subtle snakes when as they goK
We guide their windings to melodious fallsC
At whose soft murmurings so sweet and lowK
Poets have tuned their smoothest madrigalsC
To sing to ladies in their banquet hallsC
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LXIC
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And when the hot sun with his steadfast heatV
Parches the river god whose dusty urnB2
Drips miserly till soon his crystal feetV
Against his pebbly floor wax faint and burnB2
And languid fish unpoised grow sick and yearnB2
Then scoop we hollows in some sandy nookQ
And little channels dig wherein we turnB2
The thread worn rivulet that all forsookQ
The Naiad lily pining for her brookQ
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LXIIC
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Wherefore by thy delight in cool green meadsC
With living sapphires daintily inlaidV
In all soft songs of waters and their reedsC
And all reflections in a streamlet madeV
Haply of thy own love that disarray'dV
Kills the fair lily with a livelier whiteV
By silver trouts upspringing from green shadeV
And winking stars reduplicate at nightV
Spare us poor ministers to such delightV
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LXIIIC
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Howbeit his pleading and his gentle looksC
Moved not the spiteful Shade Quoth he Your tasteV
Shoots wide of mine for I despise the brooksC
And slavish rivulets that run to wasteV
In noontide sweats or like poor vassals hasteV
To swell the vast dominion of the seaC
In whose great presence I am held disgracedV
And neighbor'd with a king that rivals meC
In ancient might and hoary majestyC
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Whereas I ruled in Chaos and still keepX
The awful secrets of that ancient dearthL2
Before the briny fountains of the deepX
Brimm'd up the hollow cavities of earthL2
I saw each trickling Sea God at his birthL2
Each pearly Naiad with her oozy locksC
And infant Titans of enormous girthL2
Whose huge young feet yet stumbled on the rocksC
Stunning the early world with frequent shocksC
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LXVE
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Where now is Titan with his cumbrous broodV
That scared the world By this sharp scythe they fellK
And half the sky was curdled with their bloodV
So have all primal giants sigh'd farewellK
No wardens now by sedgy fountains dwellK
Nor pearly Naiads All their days are doneB2
That strove with Time untimely to excelK
Wherefore I razed their progenies and noneB2
But my great shadow intercepts the sunB2
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Then saith the timid Fay Oh mighty TimeD
Well hast thou wrought the cruel Titans' fallK
For they were stain'd with many a bloody crimeD
Great giants work great wrongs but we are smallK
For love goes lowly but Oppression's tallK
And with surpassing strides goes foremost stillK
Where love indeed can hardly reach at allK
Like a poor dwarf o'erburthen'd with good willK
That labors to efface the tracks of illK
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LXVIIE
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Man even strives with Man but we eschewK
The guilty feud and all fierce strifes abhorC
Nay we are gentle as the sweet heaven's dewK
Beside the red and horrid drops of warC
Weeping the cruel hates men battle forC
Which worldly bosoms nourish in our spiteV
For in the gentle breast we ne'er withdrawC
But only when all love hath taken flightV
And youth's warm gracious heart is hardened quiteV
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LXVIIIE
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So are our gentle natures intertwinedV
With sweet humanities and closely knitV
In kindly sympathy with human kindV
Witness how we befriend with elfin witV
All hopeless maids and lovers nor omitV
Magical succors unto hearts forlornB2
We charm man's life and do not perish itV
So judge us by the helps we showed this mornB2
To one who held his wretched days in scornB2
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LXIXC
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'Twas nigh sweet Amwell for the Queen had task'dV
Our skill to day amidst the silver LeaC
Whereon the noontide sun had not yet bask'dV
Wherefore some patient man we thought to seeC
Planted in moss grown rushes to the kneeC
Beside the cloudy margin cold and dimD
Howbeit no patient fisherman was heC
That cast his sudden shadow from the brimD
Making us leave our toils to gaze on himD
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LXXC
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His face was ashy pale and leaden careC
Had sunk the levell'd arches of his browK
Once bridges for his joyous thoughts to fareC
Over those melancholy springs and slowK
That from his piteous eyes began to flowK
And fell anon into the chilly streamD
Which as his mimick'd image show'd belowK
Wrinkled his face with many a needless seamD
Making grief sadder in its own esteemD
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LXXIC
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And lo upon the air we saw him stretchM2
His passionate arms and in a wayward strainB2
He 'gan to elegize that fellow wretchM2
That with mute gestures answer'd him againB2
Saying 'Poor slave how long wilt thou remainB2
Life's sad weak captive in a prison strongQ
Hoping with tears to rust away thy chainB2
In bitter servitude to worldly wrongQ
Thou wear'st that mortal livery too long '-
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LXXIIC
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This with more spleenful speeches and some tearsC
When he had spent upon the imaged waveE
Speedily I convened my elfin peersC
Under the lily cups that we might saveE
This woeful mortal from a wilful graveE
By shrewd diversions of his mind's regretV
Seeing he was mere Melancholy's slaveE
That sank wherever a dark cloud he metV
And straight was tangled in her secret netV
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LXXIIIC
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Therefore as still he watch'd the water's flowK
Daintily we transform'd and with bright finsC
Came glancing through the gloom some from belowK
Rose like dim fancies when a dream beginsC
Snatching the light upon their purple skinsC
Then under the broad leaves made slow retireC
One like a golden galley bravely winsC
Its radiant course another glows like fireC
Making that wayward man our pranks admireC
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And so he banish'd thought and quite forgotV
All contemplation of that wretched faceC
And so we wiled him from that lonely spotV
Along the river's brink till by heaven's graceC
He met a gentle haunter of the placeC
Full of sweet wisdom gather'd from the brooksC
Who there discuss'd his melancholy caseC
With wholesome texts learned from kind nature's booksC
Meanwhile he newly trimm'd his lines and hooksC
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LXXVE
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Herewith the Fairy ceased Quoth Ariel nowK
Let me remember how I saved a manB2
Whose fatal noose was fastened on a boughK
Intended to abridge his sad life's spanB2
For haply I was by when he beganB2
His stern soliloquy in life dispraiseC
And overheard his melancholy planB2
How he had made a vow to end his daysC
And therefore follow'd him in all his waysC
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LXXVIE
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Through brake and tangled copse for much he loathedV
All populous haunts and roam'd in forests rudeV
To hide himself from man But I had clothedV
My delicate limbs with plumes and still pursuedV
Where only foxes and wild cats intrudeV
Till we were come beside an ancient treeC
Late blasted by a storm Here he renew'dV
His loud complaints choosing that spot to beC
The scene of his last horrid tragedyC
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LXXVIIE
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It was a wild and melancholy glenB2
Made gloomy by tall firs and cypress darkQ
Whose roots like any bones of buried menB2
Push'd through the rotten sod for fear's remarkQ
A hundred horrid stems jagged and starkQ
Wrestled with crooked arms in hideous frayE
Besides sleek ashes with their dappled barkQ
Like crafty serpents climbing for a preyE
With many blasted oaks moss grown and grayE
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LXXVIIIE
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But here upon his final desperate clauseC
Suddenly I pronounced so sweet a strainB2
Like a pang'd nightingale it made him pauseC
Till half the frenzy of his grief was slainB2
The sad remainder oozing from his brainB2
In timely ecstasies of healing tearsC
Which through his ardent eyes began to drainB2
Meanwhile the deadly Fates unclosed their shearsC
So pity me and all my fated peersC
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LXXIXC
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Thus Ariel ended and was some time hush'dV
When with the hoary shape a fresh tongue pleadsC
And red as rose the gentle Fairy blush'dV
To read the records of her own good deedsC
It chanced quoth she in seeking through the meadsC
For honied cowslips sweetest in the mornB2
Whilst yet the buds were hung with dewy beadsC
And Echo answered to the huntsman's hornB2
We found a babe left in the swaths forlornB2
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LXXXC
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A little sorrowful deserted thingQ
Begot of love and yet no love begettingQ
Guiltless of shame and yet for shame to wringQ
And too soon banish'd from a mother's pettingQ
To churlish nurture and the wide world's frettingQ
For alien pity and unnatural careC
Alas to see how the cold dew kept wettingQ
His childish coats and dabbled all his hairC
Like gossamers across his forehead fairC
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LXXXIC
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His pretty pouting mouth witless of speechM2
Lay half way open like a rose lipp'd shellK
And his young cheek was softer than a peachM2
Whereon his tears for roundness could not dwellK
But quickly roll'd themselves to pearls and fellK
Some on the grass and some against his handV
Or haply wander'd to the dimpled wellK
Which love beside his mouth had sweetly plann'dV
Yet not for tears but mirth and smilings blandV
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LXXXIIC
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Pity it was to see those frequent tearsC
Falling regardless from his friendless eyesC
There was such beauty in those twin blue spheresC
As any mother's heart might leap to prizeC
Blue were they like the zenith of the skiesC
Softened betwixt two clouds both clear and mildV
Just touched with thought and yet not over wiseC
They show'd the gentle spirit of a childV
Not yet by care or any craft defiledV
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LXXXIIIC
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Pity it was to see the ardent sunB2
Scorching his helpless limbs it shone so warmD
For kindly shade or shelter he had noneB2
Nor mother's gentle breast come fair or stormD
Meanwhile I bade my pitying mates transformD
Like grasshoppers and then with shrilly criesC
All round the infant noisily we swarmD
Haply some passing rustic to adviseC
Whilst providential Heaven our care espiesC
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LXXXIVE
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And sends full soon a tender hearted hindV
Who wond'ring at our loud unusual noteV
Strays curiously aside and so doth findV
The orphan child laid in the grass remoteV
And laps the foundling in his russet coatV
Who thence was nurtured in his kindly cotV
But how he prosper'd let proud London quoteV
How wise how rich and how renown'd he gotV
And chief of all her citizens I wotV
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LXXXVE
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Witness his goodly vessels on the ThamesC
Whose holds were fraught with costly merchandiseC
Jewels from Ind and pearls for courtly damesC
And gorgeous silks that Samarcand suppliesC
Witness that Royal Bourse he bade ariseC
The mart of merchants from the East and WestV
Whose slender summit pointing to the skiesC
Still bears in token of his grateful breastV
The tender grasshopper his chosen crestV
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LXXXVIE
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The tender grasshopper his chosen crestV
That all the summer with a tuneful wingQ
Makes merry chirpings in its grassy nestV
Inspirited with dew to leap and singQ
So let us also live eternal KingQ
Partakers of the green and pleasant earthL2
Pity it is to slay the meanest thingQ
That like a mote shines in the smile of mirthL2
Enough there is of joy's decrease and dearthL2
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LXXXVIIE
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Enough of pleasure and delight and beautyV
Perish'd and gone and hasting to decayE
Enough to sadden even thee whose dutyV
Or spite it is to havoc and to slayE
Too many a lovely race razed quite awayE
Hath left large gaps in life and human lovingQ
Here then begin thy cruel war to stayE
And spare fresh sighs and tears and groans reprovingQ
Thy desolating hand for our removingQ
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LXXXVIIIE
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Now here I heard a shrill and sudden cryK
And looking up I saw the antic PuckQ
Grappling with Time who clutch'd him like a flyK
Victim of his own sport the jester's luckQ
He whilst his fellows grieved poor wight had stuckQ
His freakish gauds upon the Ancient's browK
And now his ear and now his beard would pluckQ
Whereas the angry churl had snatched him nowK
Crying Thou impish mischief who art thouK
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LXXXIXC
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Alas quoth Puck a little random elfE
Born in the sport of nature like a weedV
For simple sweet enjoyment of myselfE
But for no other purpose worth or needV
And yet withal of a most happy breedV
And there is Robin Goodfellow besidesC
My partner dear in many a prankish deedV
To make dame Laughter hold her jolly sidesC
Like merry mummers twain on holy tidesC
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'Tis we that bob the angler's idle corkQ
Till e'en the patient man breathes half a curseC
We steal the morsel from the gossip's forkQ
And curdling looks with secret straws disperseC
Or stop the sneezing chanter at mid verseC
And when an infant's beauty prospers illK
We change some mothers say the child at nurseC
But any graver purpose to fulfilK
We have not wit enough and scarce the willK
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XCIC
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We never let the canker melancholyK
To gather on our faces like a rustV
But glass our features with some change of follyK
Taking life's fabled miseries on trustV
But only sorrowing when sorrow mustV
We ruminate no sage's solemn cudV
But own ourselves a pinch of lively dustV
To frisk upon a wind whereas the floodV
Of tears would turn us into heavy mudV
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XCIIC
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Beshrew those sad interpreters of natureC
Who gloze her lively universal lawK
As if she had not form'd our cheerful featureC
To be so tickled with the slightest strawK
So let them vex their mumbling mouths and drawK
The corners downward like a wat'ry moonB2
And deal in gusty sighs and rainy flawK
We will not woo foul weather all too soonB2
Or nurse November on the lap of JuneB2
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For ours are winging sprites like any birdV
That shun all stagnant settlements of griefE
And even in our rest our hearts are stirr'dV
Like insects settled on a dancing leafE
This is our small philosophy in briefE
Which thus to teach hath set me all agapeN2
But dost thou relish it O hoary chiefE
Unclasp thy crooked fingers from my napeN2
And I will show thee many a pleasant scrapeN2
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Then Saturn thus shaking his crooked bladeV
O'erhead which made aloft a lightning flashM2
In all the fairies' eyes dismally fray'dV
His ensuing voice came like the thunder crashM2
Meanwhile the bolt shatters some pine or ashM2
Thou feeble wanton foolish fickle thingQ
Whom nought can frighten sadden or abashM2
To hope my solemn countenance to wringQ
To idiot smiles but I will prune thy wingQ
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Lo this most awful handle of my scytheO2
Stood once a May pole with a flowery crownB2
Which rustics danced around and maidens blitheP2
To wanton pipings but I pluck'd it downB2
And robed the May Queen in a churchyard gownB2
Turning her buds to rosemary and rueK
And all their merry minstrelsy did drownB2
And laid each lusty leaper in the dewK
So thou shalt fare and every jovial crewK
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XCVIE
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Here he lets go the struggling imp to clutchM2
His mortal engine with each grisly handV
Which frights the elfin progeny so muchM2
They huddle in a heap and trembling standV
All round Titania like the queen bee's bandV
With sighs and tears and very shrieks of woeK
Meanwhile some moving argument I plann'dV
To make the stern Shade merciful when loK
He drops his fatal scythe without a blowK
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XCVIIE
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For just at need a timely ApparitionB2
Steps in between to bear the awful bruntV
Making him change his horrible positionB2
To marvel at this comer brave and bluntV
That dares Time's irresistible affrontV
Whose strokes have scarr'd even the gods of oldV
Whereas this seem'd a mortal at mere huntV
For coneys lighted by the moonshine coldV
Or stalker of stray deer stealthy and boldV
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Who turning to the small assembled faysC
Doffs to the lily queen his courteous capN2
And holds her beauty for a while in gazeC
With bright eyes kindling at this pleasant hapN2
And thence upon the fair moon's silver mapN2
As if in question of this magic chanceC
Laid like a dream upon the green earth's lapN2
And then upon old Saturn turns askanceC
Exclaiming with a glad and kindly glanceC
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XCIXC
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Oh these be Fancy's revelers by nightV
Stealthy companions of the downy mothQ2
Diana's motes that flit in her pale lightV
Shunners of sunbeams in diurnal slothR2
These be the feasters on night's silver clothQ2
The gnat with shrilly trump is their convenerK
Forth from their flowery chambers nothing lothS2
With lulling tunes to charm the air serenerK
Or dance upon the grass to make it greenerK
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These be the pretty genii of the flow'rsC
Daintily fed with honey and pure dewK
Midsummer's phantoms in her dreaming hoursC
King Oberon and all his merry crewK
The darling puppets of romance's viewK
Fairies and sprites and goblin elves we call themD
Famous for patronage of lovers trueK
No harm they act neither shall harm befall themD
So do not thus with crabbed frowns appal themD
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O what a cry was Saturn's then it madeV
The fairies quake What care I for their pranksC
However they may lovers choose to aidV
Or dance their roundelays on flow'ry banksC
Long must they dance before they earn my thanksC
So step aside to some far safer spotV
Whilst with my hungry scythe I mow their ranksC
And leave them in the sun like weeds to rotV
And with the next day's sun to be forgotV
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Anon he raised afresh his weapon keenB2
But still the gracious Shade disarm'd his aimD
Stepping with brave alacrity betweenB2
And made his sore arm powerless and tameD
His be perpetual glory for the shameD
Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeatV
But I must tell how here Titania cameD
With all her kneeling lieges to entreatV
His kindly succor in sad tones but sweetV
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Saying Thou seest a wretched queen before theeK
The fading power of a failing landV
Who for a kingdom kneeleth to implore theeK
Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling handV
No one but thee can hopefully withstandV
That crooked blade he longeth so to liftV
I pray thee blind him with his own vile sandV
Which only times all ruins by its driftV
Or prune his eagle wings that are so swiftV
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Or take him by that sole and grizzled tuftV
That hangs upon his bald and barren crownB2
And we will sing to see him so rebuff'dV
And lend our little mights to pull him downB2
And make brave sport of his malicious frownB2
For all his boastful mockery o'er menB2
For thou wast born I know for this renownB2
By my most magical and inward kenB2
That readeth ev'n at Fate's forestalling penB2
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Nay by the golden lustre of thine eyeK
And by thy brow's most fair and ample spanB2
Thought's glorious palace framed for fancies highK
And by thy cheek thus passionately wanB2
I know the signs of an immortal manB2
Nature's chief darling and illustrious mateV
Destined to foil old Death's oblivious planB2
And shine untarnish'd by the fogs of FateV
Time's famous rival till the final dateV
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O shield us then from this usurping TimeD
And we will visit thee in moonlight dreamsC
And teach thee tunes to wed unto thy rhymeD
And dance about thee in all midnight gleamsC
Giving thee glimpses of our magic schemesC
Such as no mortal's eye hath ever seenB2
And for thy love to us in our extremesC
Will ever keep thy chaplet fresh and greenB2
Such as no poet's wreath hath ever beenB2
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And we'll distil thee aromatic dewsC
To charm thy sense when there shall be no flow'rsC
And flavor'd syrups in thy drinks infuseC
And teach the nightingale to haunt thy bow'rsC
And with our games divert thy weariest hoursC
With all that elfin wits can e'er deviseC
And this churl dead there'll be no hasting hoursC
To rob thee of thy joys as now joy fliesC
Here she was stopp'd by Saturn's furious criesC
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CVIIIK
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Whom therefore the kind Shade rebukes anewK
Saying Thou haggard Sin go forth and scoopN2
Thy hollow coffin in some churchyard yewK
Or make th' autumnal flow'rs turn pale and droopN2
Or fell the bearded corn till gleaners stoopN2
Under fat sheaves or blast the piny groveK
But here thou shall not harm this pretty groupN2
Whose lives are not so frail and feebly woveK
But leased on Nature's loveliness and loveK
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CIXC
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'Tis these that free the small entangled flyK
Caught in the venom'd spider's crafty snareK
These be the petty surgeons that applyK
The healing balsams to the wounded hareK
Bedded in bloody fern no creature's careK
These be providers for the orphan broodV
Whose tender mother hath been slain in airK
Quitting with gaping bill her darling's foodV
Hard by the verge of her domestic woodV
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'Tis these befriend the timid trembling stagQ
When with a bursting heart beset with fearsC
He feels his saving speed begin to flagQ
For then they quench the fatal taint with tearsC
And prompt fresh shifts in his alarum'd earsC
So piteously they view all bloody mortsC
Or if the gunner with his arms appearsC
Like noisy pyes and jays with harsh reportsC
They warn the wild fowl of his deadly sportsC
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For these are kindly ministers of natureK
To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distressC
Pretty they be and very small of statureK
For mercy still consorts with littlenessC
Wherefore the sum of good is still the lessC
And mischief grossest in this world of wrongQ
So do these charitable dwarfs redressC
The tenfold ravages of giants strongQ
To whom great malice and great might belongQ
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Likewise to them are Poets much beholdenB2
For secret favors in the midnight gloomsC
Brave Spenser quaff'd out of their goblets goldenB2
And saw their tables spread of prompt mushroomsC
And heard their horns of honeysuckle bloomsC
Sounding upon the air most soothing softV
Like humming bees busy about the broomsC
And glanced this fair queen's witchery full oftV
And in her magic wain soar'd far aloftV
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Nay I myself though mortal once was nursedV
By fairy gossips friendly at my birthL2
And in my childish ear glib Mab rehearsedV
Her breezy travels round our planet's girthL2
Telling me wonders of the moon and earthL2
My gramarye at her grave lap I conn'dV
Where Puck hath been convened to make me mirthL2
I have had from Queen Titania tokens fondV
And toy'd with Oberon's permitted wandV
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With figs and plums and Persian dates they fed meK
And delicate cates after my sunset mealK
And took me by my childish hand and led meK
By craggy rocks crested with keeps of steelK
Whose awful bases deep dark woods concealK
Staining some dead lake with their verdant dyesC
And when the West sparkled at Phoebus' wheelK
With fairy euphrasy they purged mine eyesC
To let me see their cities in the skiesC
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'Twas they first school'd my young imaginationB2
To take its flights like any new fledged birdV
And show'd the span of winged meditationB2
Stretch'd wider than things grossly seen or heardV
With sweet swift Ariel how I soar'd and stirr'dV
The fragrant blooms of spiritual bow'rsC
'Twas they endear'd what I have still preferr'dV
Nature's blest attributes and balmy pow'rsC
Her hills and vales and brooks sweet birds and flow'rsC
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Wherefore with all true loyalty and dutyK
Will I regard them in my honoring rhymeD
With love for love and homages to beautyK
And magic thoughts gather'd in night's cool climeD
With studious verse trancing the dragon TimeD
Strong as old Merlin's necromantic spellsC
So these dear monarchs of the summer's primeD
Shall live unstartled by his dreadful yellsC
Till shrill larks warn them to their flowery cellsC
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Look how a poison'd man turns livid blackQ
Drugg'd with a cup of deadly helleboreK
That sets his horrid features all at rackQ
So seem'd these words into the ear to pourK
Of ghastly Saturn answering with a roarK
Of mortal pain and spite and utmost rageT2
Wherewith his grisly arm he raised once moreK
And bade the cluster'd sinews all engageT2
As if at one fell stroke to wreck an ageT2
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Whereas the blade flash'd on the dinted groundV
Down through his steadfast foe yet made no scarK
On that immortal Shade or death like woundV
But Time was long benumb'd and stood ajarK
And then with baffled rage took flight afarK
To weep his hurt in some Cimmerian gloomD
Or meaner fames like mine to mock and marK
Or sharp his scythe for royal strokes of doomD
Whetting its edge on some old C sar's tombD
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Howbeit he vanish'd in the forest shadeV
Distantly heard as if some grumbling pardV
And like Nymph Echo to a sound decay'dV
Meanwhile the fays cluster'd the gracious BardV
The darling centre of their dear regardV
Besides of sundry dances on the greenB2
Never was mortal man so brightly starr'dV
Or won such pretty homages I weenB2
Nod to him Elves cries the melodious queenB2
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Nod to him Elves and flutter round about himD
And quite enclose him with your pretty crowdV
And touch him lovingly for that without himD
The silkworm now had spun our dreary shroudV
But he hath all dispersed Death's tearful cloudV
And Time's dread effigy scared quite awayE
Bow to him then as though to me ye bow'dV
And his dear wishes prosper and obeyE
Wherever love and wit can find a wayE
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'Noint him with fairy dews of magic savorsC
Shaken from orient buds still pearly wetV
Roses and spicy pinks and of all favorsC
Plant in his walks the purple violetV
And meadow sweet under the hedges setV
To mingle breaths with dainty eglantineB2
And honeysuckles sweet nor yet forgetV
Some pastoral flowery chaplets to entwineB2
To vie the thoughts about his brow benignB2
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Let no wild things astonish him or fear himD
But tell them all how mild he is of heartV
Till e'en the timid hares go frankly near himD
And eke the dappled does yet never startV
Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dartV
Nor wrens forsake their nests among the leavesC
Nor speckled thrushes flutter far apartV
But bid the sacred swallow haunt his eavesC
To guard his roof from lightning and from thievesC
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Or when he goes the nimble squirrel's visitorK
Let the brown hermit bring his hoarded nutsC
For tell him this is Nature's kind InquisitorK
Though man keeps cautious doors that conscience shutsC
For conscious wrong all curious quest rebutsC
Nor yet shall bees uncase their jealous stingsC
However he may watch their straw built hutsC
So let him learn the crafts of all small thingsC
Which he will hint most aptly when he singsC
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Here she leaves off and with a graceful handV
Waves thrice three splendid circles round his headV
Which though deserted by the radiant wandV
Wears still the glory which her waving shedV
Such as erst crown'd the old Apostle's headV
To show the thoughts there harbor'd were divineB2
And on immortal contemplations fedV
Goodly it was to see that glory shineB2
Around a brow so lofty and benignB2
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Goodly it was to see the elfin broodV
Contend for kisses of his gentle handV
That had their mortal enemy withstoodV
And stay'd their lives fast ebbing with the sandV
Long while this strife engaged the pretty bandV
But now bold Chanticleer from farm to farmD
Challenged the dawn creeping o'er eastern landV
And well the fairies knew that shrill alarmD
Which sounds the knell of every elfish charmD
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And soon the rolling mist that 'gan ariseC
From plashy mead and undiscover'd streamD
Earth's morning incense to the early skiesC
Crept o'er the failing landscape of my dreamD
Soon faded then the Phantom of my themeD
A shapeless shade that fancy disavowedV
And shrank to nothing in the mist extremeD
Then flew Titania and her little crowdV
Like flocking linnets vanished in a cloudV

Thomas Hood



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