The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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XXIX. NIGHTCAP
My First was dark o'er earth and air,
As dark as she could be;
The stars that gemmed her ebon hair
Were only two or three;
King Cole saw twice as many there
As you or I could see.
As dark as she could be;
The stars that gemmed her ebon hair
Were only two or three;
King Cole saw twice as many there
As you or I could see.
“Away, King Cole!” mine hostess said;
“Flagon and flask are dry;
Your nag is neighing in the shed,
For he knows a storm is nigh:”
She set my Second on his head,
And she set it all awry.
“Flagon and flask are dry;
Your nag is neighing in the shed,
For he knows a storm is nigh:”
She set my Second on his head,
And she set it all awry.
He stood upright upon his legs;
Long life to good King Cole!
With wine and cinnamon, ale and eggs,
He filled a silver bowl;
He drained the draught to the very dregs,
And he called that draught—my Whole.
Long life to good King Cole!
With wine and cinnamon, ale and eggs,
He filled a silver bowl;
He drained the draught to the very dregs,
And he called that draught—my Whole.
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