Then Mary could feel the heart-blood curdle cold; It blew off the hat of the one, and behold, 'Curse the hat!' he exclaims. Nay, come on till we hide The dead body,' his comrade replies. She beholds them in safety pass on by her side, She ran with wild speed, she rush'd in at the door, She gazed in her terror around, Then her limbs could support their faint burden no more, And exhausted and breathless she sank on the floor, Unable to utter a sound. Ere yet her pale lips could the story impart, Her eyes from that object convulsively start, When the name of her Richard she knew! Where the old Abbey stands, on the Common hard by, His irons you still from the road may espy; R. Southey CV THE WITCHES MEETING Ist Witch. When shall we three meet again 3d Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 2d Witch. Upon the heath ; 3d Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. Ist Witch. I come Grimalkin! All. Paddock calls :-anon Fair is foul, and foul is fair; THE CHARM 1st Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. In the poison'd entrails throw. All. In the caldron boil and bake; All Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and, caldron, bubble. 3d Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf ; Witches' mummy; maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt sea shark; Root of hemlock, digged i' the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our caldron. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and, caldron, bubble. 2d Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. All. W. Shakespeare CVI ADELGITHA The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded, She wept, deliver'd from her danger; ‘For he is in a foreign far land Whose arms should now have set me free ; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead or false to me.' 'Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!' T. Campbell CVII THE COUNCIL OF HORSES Upon a time a neighing steed, Who graz'd among a numerous breed, And spread dissension through the plain. Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain? Consider, friends! your strength and might; 'Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach! Were we design'd for daily toil, To drag the ploughshare through the soil, And, to the murmurs of the train, 'When I had health and strength like you The toils of servitude I knew ; Now grateful man rewards my pains, And gives me all these wide domains. |