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Her tender husband, wond'ring much
To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! here's the house !"
They all at once did cry;
Said Gilpin" So am I !"
Inclin'd to tarry there ;
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
Shot by an archer strong ;
The middle of my song. -
And sore against his will,
His horse at last stood still.
His friend in such a trim,
And thus accosted him :" What news? What news? Your tidings tell;
Make haste and tell me all !
Or why you come at all ?"
And lov'd a timely joke ; And thus unto Tom Callender,
In merry strains he spoke :-
And if I well forebode,
They are upon the road."
His friend in merry pin,
But to the house went in:
A wig that flow'd behind,
Each comely in its kind.
Thus show'd his ready wit
They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face ;
And stop and eat-for well you may
Be in a hungry case !"
And folks would gape and stare,
And I should dine at Ware!" So turning to his horse, he said,
"I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine."
For which he paid full dear ;
Did sing most loud and clear:
He heard a lion roar;
As he had done before.
Went Gilpin's hat and wig ;
For why ?- They were too big.
Her husband posting down
She pull'd out half a crown: And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell, 66 This shall be yours, when you bring back.
My husband safe and well.”
He tried to stop John's horse
But only made things worse :
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run.
Went postboy at his heels ;
The lumb’ring of the wheels.
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They rais'd the hue and cry.
So they, and all that pass'd that way,
Soon join'd in the pursuit.
Flew open in short space ;
That Gilpin rode a race :
For he got first to town:
He did again get down.
us sing—" Long live the king ; And Gilpin long live he: And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see !"
VII.—The Creation of the World.
MEANWHILE the Son On his great expedition now appear'd, Girt with omnipotence, with radiance crown'd, Of majesty divine ; sapience and love Immense, and all his Father in him shone About his chariot numberles were pour'd Cherub and seraph, potentates and thrones, And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariot's wing'd From the armory of God; where stand of old Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day, harness'd at hand. Celestial equipage ! and now came forth Spontaneous, for within them spirit liv'd, Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound ! On golden hinges moving, to let forth The King of Glory, in his powerful Word And Spirit coming to create new worlds. On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore They view'd the vast immeasurable abyss, Outrageous as a sea ; dark, wasteful, wild; Up from the bottom turn'd by furious winds, And surging waves, as mountains to assault Heaven's height, and with the centre mix the pole.
Silence, ye troubled waves! and thou deep, peace ! Said then the omnific Word, your discord end : Nor stay'd; but on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos, and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice; him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might. Then stay'd the fervid wheels, and in his hand He took the golden compasses, prepar'd In God's eternal store, to circumscribe
This universe, and all created things.
Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
VIII.-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels. SO spake the Son, and into terror chang'd His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shape contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll’d, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes, right onward drove, Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels The steadfast empirean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues. They, astonish'd, all resistance lost, All courage ; down their idle weapons dropp'd : O’er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode, Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate, That wish'd the mountains, now, might be again Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire. Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell His arrows, from the fourfold visag'd four Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels Distinct alike with multitude of eyes : One spirit in them rul'd; and every eye Glar'd lightning, and shot forth per:sicious fire Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength, And, of their wonted vigour, left them drain'd, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall’n. Yet half his strength he put not forth ; but check'd His thunder in mid-volley; for he meant Not to destroy, but to root them out of heaven. The overthrown he rais'd ; and as a herd Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd,
Drove them before him thunderstruck, pursu'd
IX.-Alexander's Feast ; or, the Power of Music.--An Ode
for St. Cecilia's Day.
His valiant peers were plac'd around,
So should desert in arms be crown'd.
Happy, happy, happy pair !
None but the brave,
Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre :
And heavenly joys inspire.
When he to fair Olympia press'd,
The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound;
With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,
Assumes the god, affects to nod,
The.jolly god in triumph comes !