This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 Excerpt: ... What have we now to do with ye? You may budge and go to sleep, Hecate doth her virgils keep; Swill'd Bacchantes beat the ground, And the merry toast goes round. Chorus. Hark ye minstrels hither come, (etc.) Delius, there with downward haste, Sinks in the wet Favonian waste, Crouching neath the Arctic pole, Churlish ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 Excerpt: ... What have we now to do with ye? You may budge and go to sleep, Hecate doth her virgils keep; Swill'd Bacchantes beat the ground, And the merry toast goes round. Chorus. Hark ye minstrels hither come, (etc.) Delius, there with downward haste, Sinks in the wet Favonian waste, Crouching neath the Arctic pole, Churlish watery supper'd soul, Content to take his sober glass With Neptune and Oceanus: While yawning Night almost asleep Follows his course into the deep, Riding in her ebon chair, And gazing on the northern Bear; Till startled by the scrieching owl, Morn peeps from out her shady cowl. Chorus. Hark ye mimtrels hither come, (etc.) We, that are of purer mettle, Imitate the pot and kettle, Round the fire duly set, Singing, as we warmer get, And like the kettle and the pot, We scold and hiss, when we get hot, Till running o'er with boiling rage, We fume and thus our heat assuage. So here's a health to father Lot, Who his own salted wife forgot; And here's to all the Muses nine, And may they all be sous'd in wine! Chorus. Hark ye minstrels hither come, (etc.) Come young Psyche, welcome Love, We shall soon from Heaven above, Such a mighty monarch have, As old Israel's cause shall save; He will conquer Caesar's arms, So now dispel your vain alarms, In generous wine your troubles drown, And put on Ariadne's crown, Which our king Bacchus on her head Plac'd, when Phcebus went to bed; For drawing out, in elder days, Her Theseus from the tangled maze. Chorus. Hark ye minstrels hither come, (etc.) Circe and the God of wine, Now we feel your power divine, Now the luscious purpling fount To our enchanted brain doth mount: We are mad, and we must soon Make a jump and kiss the Moon; Should she our proferr'd homage spurn, Like fond Endymion, we must burn, Those who from...
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