70 QUEEN MAB. The wind, retreating, hides, and cowering there, Whines at thy coming like a hound afraid. MAY. QUEEN MAB. QUEEN MAB and all her company Dance on a pleasant mole-hill high, To small straw pipes, wherein great pleasure They dance upon the fairy-ground; And when she leaves her dancing hall, She doth for her attendants call, To wait upon her to a bower, Where she doth sit under a flower, To shade her from the moonshine bright, To keep in order all the rout. A dewy waving leaf's made fit For the queen's bath, where she doth sit, Like a new-fallen flake of snow; Her maids do put her garments on, As various objects shadows make. DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE. HER DWELLING. I DWELL in groves that gilt are with the sun; Sit on the banks by which clear waters run; I walk in meadows, where grows fresh green grass; To hear how sheep do bleat, and cows do low; 72 A RURAL MEDITATION. I wish nor seek for vain and fruitless pleasures; No riches are, but what the mind intreasures. Yet better loved, the more that I am known; DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE, A RURAL MEDITATION. HERE in the tuneful groves and flowery fields, Wide-spreading lawns, bright rills, and silent glade, And to the heavens our raptured thoughts aspire, To Him who sits in majesty on high, Who turned the starry arches of the sky; Whose word ordained the silver Thames to flow, THYNNE THE CLOSE OF SPRING. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths again,— Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair, Are the fond visions of thy early day, Till tyrant passion and corrosive care Bid all thy fairy colors fade away! 74 ENGLISH SCENERY. Another May new buds and flowers shall bring; Ah! why has happiness-no second Spring? SMITH ENGLISH SCENERY. (FROM "BEACHY HEAD.") HAUNTS of my youth! Scenes of fond day-dreams, I behold ye yet! To ease his panting team, stopped with a stone Advancing higher still The prospect widens, and the village church But little o'er the lowly roofs around |