Right wrathful waxed then the redcross knight; And knew th' enchaunter, speaking though so mild: His hairs stood bristling up in fierce affright; His looks grew wan and red, and staring wild; And oft he foam'd with rage, and often smil'd. At length, quick-rising with chivalrous ire, He sought to draw his glaive with gore defil'd; But (marvellous to tell!) as forged by fire, It wreathed round his feet, with semblance unto wire. O mortal hopes, and mortal fears, how vain! Thus when some lozel heir, from riches sprung, Proud as sir Paradel of gaudy train, Doth nothing mind but nimbleness of tongue, And squandering jewels on a heap of dung, Debts grow on debts, on legers legers rise; The banker looks his learned books among, The younker's chearisaunce with spite he spies, And traps the helpless wight who sad in durance lies. CANTO II. ARGUMENT. Intelligence, a trusty spright, Escapes from wicked bond; ALL hail again rich Fancy's orient ray, That gaily gilds this mortal pilgrimage! Ah! never let her soft'ning tints decay, And leave a sombre sadness on my page; But still with flashes bright the soul engage. While she but deigns to visit my low cell, Sequester'd from the strife of party rage, How blest my lot! and Philomel shall dwell Nigh yonder grot where spar-crown'd rivulets swell. And often, at the calm of sober eve, Let Contemplation aid my pensive thought; While fairy minstrels o'er some fountain grieve, And mine ear tingles with the death-bell smote. Oh! then are purest inspirations wrought, The ray of Heaven, in frenzy'd glances caught, There was a cunning fay of nimblest flight, Shut up from every glimpse of heav'nly light, Save one small loop-hole which she did not mind. She rose from pigmy height to most gigantic shape. Indignant at such master's vile control, She wing'd her journey towards blithe Fairy-land; And now arriv'd, she furl'd her pennons light, Not that sly boy that wont in Carthage erst With him the white-robed Charities are seen Where oft of yore the satyr-tribe have been ; But Hymen now, and harmless Joy, advancing, Lead up the quire, to viol soft entrancing. On one side, skirted by a bushy screen Here Genius oft, or with selected friends, Here then the fay the blessed owner found, ; For Haste had quickly clad him, though in tears And scarce, poor wretch! her little bosom cheers, But yet she stirs her heart, and then procceds much faster. Now from the bow'r they haste with wondrous speed, The night-bird sung her song with tuneful heed, The noisy rook grew clamorous in turn, And marr'd with envious croak each melting thrill; Yet the rude rook continued croaking still,- |