The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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THE THREAT OF OBERON THE FAIRY.
Maidens fair, attend to me:
Constant to your shepherds be:
If ye break your vows of love,
Ye my rage will sorely prove.
Constant to your shepherds be:
If ye break your vows of love,
Ye my rage will sorely prove.
I know all your dreams by night;
Therefore fear, O maids, my spite:
All your secret thoughts I know;
Fear then my sharp anger's blow.
Therefore fear, O maids, my spite:
All your secret thoughts I know;
Fear then my sharp anger's blow.
And, O men! I pray, beware;
Do not harm the maidens fair;
Sigh not love, and then betray,
If ye wish my rage away.
Do not harm the maidens fair;
Sigh not love, and then betray,
If ye wish my rage away.
By the moon's pure beam I swear,
If I mark a virgin tear,
I will give the shepherd dread,
And will tear him from his bed.
If I mark a virgin tear,
I will give the shepherd dread,
And will tear him from his bed.
If I hear a shepherd sigh,
Maids, in jeopardy ye lie;
Spoil'd will be the dimple sleek,
Breast of snow, and rosy cheek.
Maids, in jeopardy ye lie;
Spoil'd will be the dimple sleek,
Breast of snow, and rosy cheek.
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Love our fairy train delights,
While we sport in moony nights;
Eke our elfin king and queene,
As they gambol on the greene.
While we sport in moony nights;
Eke our elfin king and queene,
As they gambol on the greene.
Love was sent to soften wo,
Sent to bless the world below;
Full of smile, with roses crown'd:
Why should Love then feel a wound?
Sent to bless the world below;
Full of smile, with roses crown'd:
Why should Love then feel a wound?
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