lyrical poems-第7部分

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r　sets　the　quintel　up：　And　he；　who　used　to　lead　the　country…round；　Youthful　Mirtillo；　here　he　comes；　grief…drown'd。　AMBO。　　Let's　cheer　him　up。　　SIL。　Behold　him　weeping…ripe。　MIRT。　Ah；　Amarillis！　　farewell　mirth　and　pipe；　Since　thou　art　gone；　no　more　I　mean　to　play　To　these　smooth　lawns；　my　mirthful　roundelay。　Dear　Amarillis！　　MON。　　Hark！　　SIL。　　Mark！　　MIRT。　　This　earth　grew　sweet　Where；　Amarillis；　thou　didst　set　thy　feet。　AMBO　　Poor　pitied　youth！　　MIRT。　　And　here　the　breath　of　kine　And　sheep　grew　more　sweet　by　that　breath　of　thine。　This　dock　of　wool；　and　this　rich　lock　of　hair；　This　ball　of　cowslips；　these　she　gave　me　here。　SIL。　　Words　sweet　as　love　itself。　　MON。　　Hark！　MIRT。　　This　way　she　came；　and　this　way　too　she　went；　How　each　thing　smells　divinely　redolent！　Like　to　a　field　of　beans；　when　newly　blown；　Or　like　a　meadow　being　lately　mown。　MON。　　A　sweet　sad　passion　MIRT。　　In　dewy　mornings；　when　she　came　this　way；　Sweet　bents　would　bow；　to　give　my　Love　the　day；　And　when　at　night　she　folded　had　her　sheep；　Daisies　would　shut；　and　closing；　sigh　and　weep。　Besides　（Ai　me！）　since　she　went　hence　to　dwell；　The　Voice's　Daughter　ne'er　spake　syllable。　But　she　is　gone。　　SIL。　　Mirtillo；　tell　us　whither？　MIRT。　　Where　she　and　I　shall　never　meet　together。　MON。　　Fore…fend　it；　Pan！　　and　Pales；　do　thou　please　To　give　an　end。。。　　MIRT。　　To　what？　　SIL。　　Such　griefs　as　these。　MIRT。　　Never；　O　never！　　Still　I　may　endure　The　wound　I　suffer；　never　find　a　cure。　MON。　　Love；　for　thy　sake；　will　bring　her　to　these　hills　And　dales　again。　　MIRT。　　No；　I　will　languish　still；　And　all　the　while　my　part　shall　be　to　weep；　And　with　my　sighs　call　home　my　bleating　sheep；　And　in　the　rind　of　every　comely　tree　I'll　carve　thy　name；　and　in　that　name　kiss　thee。　MON。　　Set　with　the　sun；　thy　woes！　　SIL。　　The　day　grows　old；　And　time　it　is　our　full…fed　flocks　to　fold。　CHOR。　　The　shades　grow　great；　but　greater　grows　our　sorrow：　But　let's　go　steep　Our　eyes　in　sleep；　And　meet　to　weep　To…morrow。


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TO　THE　WILLOW…TREE

Thou　art　to　all　lost　love　the　best；　The　only　true　plant　found；　Wherewith　young　men　and　maids　distrest　And　left　of　love；　are　crown'd。

When　once　the　lover's　rose　is　dead　Or　laid　aside　forlorn；　Then　willow…garlands；　'bout　the　head；　Bedew'd　with　tears；　are　worn。

When　with　neglect；　the　lover's　bane；　Poor　maids　rewarded　be；　For　their　love　lost　their　only　gain　Is　but　a　wreath　from　thee。

And　underneath　thy　cooling　shade；　When　weary　of　the　light；　The　love…spent　youth；　and　love…sick　maid；　Come　to　weep　out　the　night。


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THE　FAIRY　TEMPLE；　OR；　OBERON'S　CHAPEL

DEDICATED　TO　MR　JOHN　MERRIFIELD；　COUNSELLOR　AT　LAW

RARE　TEMPLES　THOU　HAST　SEEN；　I　KNOW；　AND　RICH　FOR　IN　AND　OUTWARD　SHOW；　SURVEY　THIS　CHAPEL　BUILT；　ALONE；　WITHOUT　OR　LIME；　OR　WOOD；　OR　STONE。　THEN　SAY；　IF　ONE　THOU'ST　SEEN　MORE　FINE　THAN　THIS；　THE　FAIRIES'　ONCE；　NOW　THINE。

THE　TEMPLE

A　way　enchaced　with　glass　and　beads　There　is；　that　to　the　Chapel　leads；　Whose　structure；　for　his　holy　rest；　Is　here　the　Halcyon's　curious　nest；　Into　the　which　who　looks；　shall　see　His　Temple　of　Idolatry；　Where　he　of　god…heads　has　such　store；　As　Rome's　Pantheon　had　not　more。　His　house　of　Rimmon　this　he　calls；　Girt　with　small　bones；　instead　of　walls。　First　in　a　niche；　more　black　than　jet；　His　idol…cricket　there　is　set；　Then　in　a　polish'd　oval　by　There　stands　his　idol…beetle…fly；　Next；　in　an　arch；　akin　to　this；　His　idol…canker　seated　is。　Then　in　a　round；　is　placed　by　these　His　golden　god；　Cantharides。　So　that　where'er　ye　look；　ye　see　No　capital；　no　cornice　free；　Or　frieze；　from　this　fine　frippery。　Now　this　the　Fairies　would　have　known；　Theirs　is　a　mixt　religion：　And　some　have　heard　the　elves　it　call　Part　Pagan；　part　Papistical。　If　unto　me　all　tongues　were　granted；　I　could　not　speak　the　saints　here　painted。　Saint　Tit；　Saint　Nit；　Saint　Is；　Saint　Itis；　Who　'gainst　Mab's　state　placed　here　right　is。　Saint　Will　o'　th'　Wisp；　of　no　great　bigness；　But；　alias；　call'd　here　FATUUS　IGNIS。　Saint　Frip；　Saint　Trip；　Saint　Fill；　Saint　Filly；　Neither　those　other　saint…ships　will　I　Here　go　about　for　to　recite　Their　number；　almost　infinite；　Which；　one　by　one；　here　set　down　are　In　this　most　curious　calendar。

First；　at　the　entrance　of　the　gate；　A　little　puppet…priest　doth　wait；　Who　squeaks　to　all　the　comers　there；　'Favour　your　tongues；　who　enter　here。　'Pure　hands　bring　hither；　without　stain。'　A　second　pules；　'Hence；　hence；　profane！'　Hard　by；　i'　th'　shell　of　half　a　nut；　The　holy…water　there　is　put；　A　little　brush　of　squirrels'　hairs；　Composed　of　odd；　not　even　pairs；　Stands　in　the　platter；　or　close　by；　To　purge　the　fairy　family。　Near　to　the　altar　stands　the　priest；　There　offering　up　the　holy…grist；　Ducking　in　mood　and　perfect　tense；　With　（much　good　do't　him）　reverence。　The　altar　is　not　here　four…square；　Nor　in　a　form　triangular；　Nor　made　of　glass；　or　wood；　or　stone；　But　of　a　little　transverse　bone；　Which　boys　and　bruckel'd　children　call　（Playing　for　points　and　pins）　cockall。　Whose　linen…drapery　is　a　thin；　Subtile；　and　ductile　codling's　skin；　Which　o'er　the　board　is　smoothly　spread　With　little　seal…work　damasked。　The　fringe　that　circumbinds　it；　too；　Is　spangle…work　of　trembling　dew；　Which；　gently　gleaming；　makes　a　show；　Like　frost…work　glitt'ring　on　the　snow。　Upon　this　fetuous　board　doth　stand　Something　for　shew…bread；　and　at　hand　（Just　in　the　middle　of　the　altar）　Upon　an　end；　the　Fairy…psalter；　Graced　with　the　trout…flies'　curious　wings；　Which　serve　for　watchet　ribbonings。　Now；　we　must　know；　the　elves　are　led　Right　by　the　Rubric；　which　they　read：　And　if　report　of　them　be　true；　They　have　their　text　for　what　they　do；　Ay；　and　their　book　of　canons　too。　And；　as　Sir　Thomas　Parson　tells；　They　have　their　book　of　articles；　And　if　that　Fairy　knight　not　lies　They　have　their　book　of　homilies；　And　other　Scriptures；　that　design　A　short；　but　righteous　discipline。　The　bason　stands　the　board　upon　To　take　the　free…oblation；　A　little　pin…dust；　which　they　hold　More　precious　than　we　prize　our　gold；　Which　charity　they　give　to　many　Poor　of　the　parish；　if　there's　any。　Upon　the　ends　of　these　neat　rails；　Hatch'd　with　the　silver…light　of　snails；　The　elves；　in　formal　manner；　fix　Two　pure　and　holy　candlesticks；　In　either　which　a　tall　small　bent　Burns　for　the　altar's　ornament。　For　sanctity；　they　have；　to　these；　Their　curious　copes　and　surplices　Of　cleanest　cobweb；　hanging　by　In　their　religious　vestery。　They　have　their　ash…pans　and　their　brooms；　To　purge　the　chapel　and　the　rooms；　Their　many　mumbling　mass…priests　here；　And　many　a　dapper　chorister。　Their　ush'ring　vergers　here　likewise；　Their　canons　and　their　chaunteries；　Of　cloister…monks　they　have　enow；　Ay；　and　their　abbey…lubbers　too：　And　if　their　legend　do　not　lie；　They　much　affect　the　papacy；　And　since　the　last　is　dead；　there's　hope　Elve　Boniface　shall　next　be　Pope。　They　have　their　cups　and　chalices；　Their　pardons　and　indulgences；　Their　beads　of　nits；　bells；　books；　and　wax…　Candles；　forsooth；　and　other　knacks；　Their　holy　oil；　their　fasting…spittle；　Their　sacred　salt　here；　not　a　little。　Dry　chips；　old　shoes；　rags；　grease；　and　bones；　Beside　their　fumigations。　Many　a　trifle；　too；　and　trinket；　And　for　what　use；　scarce　man　would　think　it。　Next　then；　upon　the　chanter's　side　An　apple's…core　is　hung　up　dried；　With　rattling　kernels；　which　is　rung　To　call　to　morn　and　even…song。　The　saint；　to　which　the　most　he　prays　And　offers　incense　nights　and　days；　The　lady　of　the　lobster　is；　Whose　foot…pace　he　doth　stroke　and　kiss；　And；　humbly；　chives　of　saffron　brings　For　his　most　cheerful　offerings。　When；　after　these；　he's　paid　his　vows；　He　lowly　to　the　altar　bows；　And　then　he　dons　the　silk…worm's　shed；　Like　a　Turk's　turban　on　his　head；　And　reverently　departeth　thence；　Hid　in　a　cloud　of　frankincense；　And　by　the　glow…worm's　light　well　guided；　Goes　to　the　Feast　that's　now　provided。


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OBERON'S　FEAST

SHAPCOT！　　TO　THE　THE　FAIRY　STATE　I　WITH　DISCRETION　DEDICATE：　BECAUSE　THOU　PRIZEST　THINGS　THAT　ARE　CURIOUS　AND　UNFAMILIAR。　TAKE　FIRST　THE　FEAST；　THESE　DISHES　GONE；　WE'LL　SEE　THE　FAIRY　COURT　ANON。

A　little　mushroom…table　spread；　After　short　prayers；　they　set　on　bread；　A　moon…parch'd　grain　of　purest　wheat；　With　some　small　glitt'ring　grit；　to　eat　His　choice　bits　with；　then　in　a　trice　They　make　a　feast　less　great　than　nice。　But　all　this　while　his　eye　is　served；　We　must　not　think　his　ear　was　sterved；　But　that　there　was　in　place　to　stir　His　spleen；　the　chirring　grasshopper；　The　merry　cricket；　puling　fly；　The　piping　gnat　for　minstrelsy。　And　now；　we　must　imagine　first；　The　elves　present；　to　quench　his　thirst；　A　pure　seed…pearl　of　infant　dew；　Brought　and　besweeten'd　in　a　blue　And　pregnant　violet；　which　done；　His　kitling　eyes　begin　to　run　Quite　through　the　table；　where　he　spies　The　horns　of　papery　butterflies；　Of　which　he　eats；　and　tastes　a　little　Of　that　we　call　the　cuckoo's　spittle；　A　little　fuz…ball　pudding　stands　By；　yet　not　blessed　by　his　hands；　That　was　too　coarse；　but　then　forthwith　He　ventures　boldly　on　the　pith　Of　sugar'd　rush；　and　eats　the　sagge　And　well…bestrutted　bees'　sweet　bag；　Gladding　his　palate　with　some　store　Of　emmets'　eggs；　what　would　he　more？　But　beards　of　mice；　a　newt's　stew'd　thigh；　A　bloated　earwig；　and　a　fly；　With　the　red…capt　worm；　that's　shut　Within　the　concave　of　a　nut；　Brown　as　his　tooth。　　A　little　moth；　Late　fatten'd　in　a　piece　of　cloth；　With　wither'd　cherries；　mandrakes'　ears；　Moles'　eyes：　　to　these　the　slain　stag's　tears；　The　unctuous　dewlaps　of　a　snail；　The　broke…heart　of　a　nightingale　O'ercome　in　music；　with　a　wine　Ne'er　ravish'd　from　the　flattering　vine；　But　gently　prest　from　the　soft　side　Of　the　most　sweet　and　dainty　bride；　Brought　in　a　dainty　daisy；　which　He　fully　quaffs　up；　to　bewitch　His　blood　to　height；　this　done；　commended　Grace　by　his　priest；　The　feast　is　ended。


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THE　BEGGAR　TO　MAB；　THE　FAIRY　QUEEN

Please　your　Grace；　from　out　your　store　Give　an　alms　to　one　that's　poor；　That　your　mickle　may　have　more。　Black　I'm　grown　for　want　of　meat；　Give　me　then　an　ant　to　eat；　Or　the　cleft　ear　of　a　mouse　Over…sour'd　in　drink　of　souce；　Or；　sweet　lady；　reach　to　me　The　abdomen　of　a　bee；　Or　commend　a　cricket's　hip；　Or　his　huckson；　to　my　scrip；　Give　for　bread；　a　little　bit　Of　a　pease　that　'gins　to　chit；　And　my　full　thanks　take　for　it。　Flour　of　fuz…balls；　that's　too　good　For　a　man　in　needy…hood；　But　the　meal　of　mill…