A BALLAD, Of a YOUNG MAN that would read unlawful Books, and how he was punished. CORNELIUS AGRIPPA went out one day, And if any one ask my Study to see, I charge you trust them not with the key, There liv'd a young man in the house who in vain On the Study-table a book there lay, And these horrible leaves of magic between The young man, he began to read He knew not what, but he would proceed, And more and more the knocking grew, Till the door was broke and the Devil came in. Two hideous horns on his head he had got. The breath of his nostrils was brimstone blue, What would'st thou with me? the Wicked One cried, But not a word the young man replied, Every hair on his head was standing upright And his limbs like a palsy shook with affright. What would'st thou with me? cried the Author of ill, But the wretched young man was silent still; Not a word had his lips the power to say, And his marrow seem'd to be melting away. What would'st thou with me? the third time he cries, And a flash of lightning came from his eyes, And he lifted his griffin claw in the air, And the young man had not strength for a prayer. His eyes with a furious joy were possest As he tore the young man's heart from his breast, Henceforth let all young men take heed To the RAINBOW. Loveliest of the meteor-train, Fiends of storm and darkness ride. Like Chearfulness thou art wont to gaze Canst from setting suns deduce R. O. TO TWILIGHT. Friend of the pensive wanderer, Twilight, hail! I joy to see thee roll thy sea of clouds Athwart the crimson throne Of the departing sun. For then what various objects, dimly seen, Lo! thine attendant, the low-sailing bat, Flaps his brown wing, begins his circling flight; E'en Midnight's tuneful bird, To hail thee, pours her strain. I love thy simple garb; no brilliant stars Adorn thy dusky vest, unlike to that Worn by thy sister Night, Save when she reigns in storms. |