COME follow, follow me,
You Faery elves that be, Which circle on the green,
Come follow Mab your queen : Hand in hand let's dance around, For this place is Faery ground.
When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest, Unheard and unespied
Through keyholes we do glide; Over tables stools and shelves We trip it with our Faery elves.
Upon a mushroom-bed
Our table-cloth we spread; A grain of rye or wheat Is manchet which we eat ; Pearly drops of dew we drink In acorn-cups filled to the brink.
The brains of nightingales,
With unctuous fat of snails, Between two cockles stewed,
Is meat that's easily chewed:
Tails of worms, and marrow of mice, Do make a dish that's wondrous nice.
Mabella Regina.
EIA! omnes celeri gradu sequentes, Vos, quotquot Dryadum minutiorum Circum gramineum perambulatis, Reginam comitate vos Mabellam : Conjunctis manibus, choro rotundo, Sacrata saliamus hac in umbra.
Quum mortale genus, sopore victum, Stertit pacifico toro recumbens, Nos clavis cavitatem inire doctæ, Quas non audiet aut videbit ullus; Per mensas, abacos, scabella, turmæ Saltamus Dryadum minutiorum.
Boleti caput en! torale nostrum Apte sustinuit; levemque panem Dat granum Cereris, levemque potum Roris gutta, micans ut alba gemma, In glandis cyatho satis capaci.
Quantum in luscinia latet cerebri, Et testudinum adeps inunctiorum, Cum binis cochleis perinde coctus, Non est difficilis cibus molari: Caudæ vermibus et medulla muri Componunt epulas perelegantes.
The grasshopper gnat and fly Serve for our minstrelsy.
Grace said, we dance awhile,
And so the time beguile:
And if the moon doth hide her head,
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.
On tops of dewy grass
So nimbly we do pass,
The young and tender stalk
Ne'er bends when we do walk:
Oft in the morning may be seen,
Where we the night before have been.
WHEN Bibo thought fit from this world to retreat, As full of champagne as an egg's full of meat, He turned in the boat and to Charon he said ;
I will be rowed back, for I am not yet dead.'
Trim the boat and sit quiet,' stern Charon replied,
You may have forgot, you were drunk when you died.'
Cicada, culices, simulque muscæ Nobis harmoniam suam ministrant; Atque, actis ibi gratiis, parumper Saltamus, properantius fugantes Noctem præcipitem: latente luna, Lampyris radios dat alma nobis, Et nos ad requiem domum reducit.
Herbæ vertice roscido nitentis Tam molli pede præterimus omnes, Ut caulis tener et recenter ortus Non se deprimat, ambulante nostro Conventu super: at, rubente cœlo Auroræ radiis, videre possis,
Qua nos nocte priore luserimus.
CUM Bibo de terris tandem dignatus abire est, Spumantis Bacchi plenus, ut ova cibi; Exsilit in cymba, tristemque Charonta moratur;
Remum inhibe; non sum mortuus, ire nego.'
'Heus! cave, cymbam agitas,' cui portitor; O bone, nescis Multo prolutum te periisse mero ?'
BUT one of the whole mammoth-brood still kept His sovereignty, and rule, and majesty: Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire
Still sat, still snuffed the incense, teeming up From man to the Sun's God, yet unsecure: For as among we mortals omens drear Fright and perplex, so also shudder'd he, Not at dog's howl, or gloom-bird's hated screech, Or the familiar visiting of one
Upon the first toll of his parting bell, Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp; But horrors, portion'd to a giant's nerve, Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace bright, Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, Glared a blood-red through all its thousand courts, Arches and domes and fiery galleries;
And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds
Flush'd angerly: while sometimes eagles' wings, Unseen before by Gods and wondering men, Darken'd the place; and neighing steeds were heard, Not heard before by Gods and wondering men. Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths Of incense, breath'd aloft from sacred hills,
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