OH! WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS? OH! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, And draughts of dew they cannot sip, Perhaps, in small, blue diving-bells That lie in coral caves. Carousals they maintain; When they return, there will be mirth And music in the air, And fairy wings upon the earth, And mischief everywhere. No key-hole will be fairy-proof, THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY. SONGS OF ARIEL. FROM THE TEMPEST," ACT I. SC. 2. 1. COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Court'sied when you have, and kissed. (The wild waves whist!) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen [dispersedly]-Bow-wow. Burthen [dispersedly]-Bow-wow. The strain of strutting chanticleer II. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change Hark! now I hear them-ding, dong, bell! III. ACT V. SC. 1. Where the bee sucks, there suck I: There I couch when owls do cry; On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SHAKESPEARE. AIRY NOTHINGS. FROM "THE TEMPEST," ACT IV. SC. 1. OUR revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, SHAKESPEARE. THE ERL-KING Who rides so late through the midnight blast? 'T is a father spurs on with his child full fast; He gathers the boy well into his arm, He clasps him close and he keeps him warm. 66 My son, why thus to my arm dost cling?". "Father, dost thou not see the elfin-king? The elfin-king with his crown and train!" "My son, 't is a streak of the misty rain!" "Come hither, thou darling, come, go with me! Fine games I know that I'll play with thee; Flowers many and bright do my kingdoms hold, My mother has many a robe of gold.” "O father, dear father, and dost thou not hear What the elfin-king whispers so low in mine ear?"_ "Calm, calm thee, my boy, it is only the breeze, As it rustles the withered leaves under the trees." "Wilt thou go, bonny boy, wilt thou go with me? "O father, dear father, and dost thou not mark The elf-king's daughters move by in the dark?"— "I see it, my child; but it is not they, "T is the old willow nodding its head so gray." "I love thee! thy beauty it charms me so; And I'll take thee by force, if thou wilt not yo!" "O father, dear father, he 's grasping me, My heart is as cold as cold can be!" The father rides swiftly, with terror he gasps,- He reaches the castle with spurring and dread ; From the German of GOETHE. THE DJINNS. Town, tower, Shore, deep, Where lower Cliffs steep; Waves gray, All sleep. Hark! a sound, Nigh and nigher, Like a fire Roaring bright. Now on 't is sweeping With rattling beat, Like dwarf imp leaping He flies, he prances, On wave-crest dances With pattering feet. Hark, the rising swell, Like the toll of bell Of a convent cursed; |