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But still he seem'd to carry weight,
With leathern girdle brac'd;
For all might see the bottle necks
Still dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry Islington,
These gambols he did play,
And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so gay.

And there he threw the Wash about,
On both sides of the way;
Just like unto a trundling mẹp,
Or a wild goose at play.

At Edmonton, his loving wife,
From the balcony, spied

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;

"The dinner waits, and we are tir'd !”

Said Gilpin " So am I!"

But, yet his horse was not a whit
Inclin'd to tarry there;

For why?-his owner had a house
Full ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;
So did he fly-which brings me to
The middle of my song.

Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And sore against his will,

Till at his friend's Tom Callender's
His horse at last stood still.

Tom Callender, surpris'd to see

His friend in such a trim,


Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

And thus accosted him:

"What news? What news? Your tidings tell;

Make haste and tell me all !

Say, Why bareheaded are you come?

Or, Why you come at all?"

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd a timely joke;
And thus unto Tom Callender,
In merry strains he spoke ;-

" I came because your horse would come;
And if I well forbode,

My hat and vig will soon be here;
They are upon the road."

Tom Callender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,
Return'd him not a single word,
But to the house went in:.

Whence strait he came with hat and wig,
A wig that flow'd behind,

A hat not much the worse for wear!
Each comely in its kind.

He held them up; and as he turn'd,
Thus show'd his ready wit-
"My head is twice as big as your",
They therefore needs must fit.

But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
And stop and cat-for weli you may
Be in a hungry case."

aid John-"It is my wedding day;"
And folks would gape and stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,
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."

Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast,
For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying ass,
Did sing most loud and clear:

Whereat his horse did snort, as if
He heard a lion roar ;

And gallop'd off with all his might,
As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
He lost them sooner than at first;
For why? They were too big.

Now Gilpin's wife when she had seen
Her husband posting down

Into the country, far away,
She pull'd out half a crown;


And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell,

"This shall be yours when you bring back
My husband safe and well."

The youth did ride, and soon they met;
He tried to stop John's horse
By seizing fast the flowing rein,
But only made things worse:
But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
He thereby frighted Gilpin's horse,
Which made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin and away
Went postboy at his heels;
The postboy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,

With postboy scamp'ring in the rear,
They rais'd the Lue and cry.

"Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"

Not one of them was mute;

So they, and all that pass'd that way,
Soon join'd in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space;
The tollmen thinking as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.

And so he did, and won it too;
For he got first to town:

Nor stopp'd till where he had got up,
He did again get down.

Now let 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.-Thr Creation of the World.-MILTON.


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 numberless were pour'd
Cherub and seraph, potentates and thrones,

And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariots 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 spirits liv'd,
Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide
Her everduring 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 t
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.
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure,
And said, thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O world!

Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
Matter unform'd and void! Darkness profound
Cover'd th' abyss; but on the watery calm
His brooding wings the spirit of God out spread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'd
The black tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adverse to life; then founded, then conglob'd
Like things to like. the rest to several place
Disparted; and between, spun out the air:
And earth, self-balanced, on her centre hung.

VIII.-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels.—IB.
O spake the Son, and into terror chang'd

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 stedfast 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 pernicious fire
Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength,
And, of their wonted vigor, left them drain'd,
Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n.

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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
With terrors and with furies, to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heaven; which opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Struck them with horror backward; but far worse
Urg'd them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

IX.-Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music.-An
Ode for St. Cecilia's Day.-DRYDEN.
WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son.

Aloft in awful state,

The godlike hero sat

On his imperial throne.

His valiant peers were plac'd around,

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