fast he hies then to her court;
ho, when she heard his moan,
urn'd him answer, that she griev'd
hat all his means were gone;
no way could relieve his wants;
et, if that he would stay
hin her kitchen, he should have
What scullions gave away.

en he had heard with bitter tears,
e made his answer then;
what I did, let me be made
xample to all men.

ll return again,' quoth he,
Jnto my Regan's court;

will not use me thus, I hope,

ut in a kinder sort.'

ere when he came she gave command

o drive him thence away :

en he was well within her court

he said) he would not stay. n back again to Gonorell he woful king did hie,

t in her kitchen he might have hat scullion boys set by.

there of that he was denied, hich she had promised late; once refusing, he should not ome after to her gate.

s 'twixt his daughters for relief
e wander'd up and down;
ng glad to feed on beggar's food,
hat lately wore a crown.

And calling to remembrance then
His youngest daughter's words,
That said the duty of a child
Was all that love affords ;
But doubting to repair to her
Whom he had banish'd so,
Grew frantic mad; for in his mind

He bore the wounds of woe:

Which made him rend his milkwhite locks And tresses from his head,

And all with blood bestain his cheeks,

With age and honour spread.

To hills and woods and watery founts
He made his hourly moan,

Till hills and woods and senseless things
Did seem to sigh and groan.

Even thus possest with discontents,

He passed o'er to France,

In hopes from fair Cordelia there

To find some gentler chance;

Most virtuous dame! which when she heard

Of this her father's grief,

As duty bound she quickly sent

Him comfort and relief:

And by a train of noble peers,

In brave and gallant sort,

She gave in charge he should be brought

To Aganippus' court;

Whose royal king with noble mind

So freely gave consent

To muster up his knights at arms,

To fame and courage bent.

E BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL

in the sunshine of the morn butterfly (but newly born) _t proudly perking on a rose, ith pert conceit his bosom glows; is wings (all glorious to behold) edropt with azure, jet, and gold, ide he displays; the spangled dew eflects his eyes and various hue. His now forgotten friend, a snail, eneath his house, with slimy trail,

Crawls o'er the grass, whom when he spies,
In wrath he to the gardener cries:

'What means yon peasant's daily toil,
From choking weeds to rid the soil?
Why wake you to the morning's care?
Why with new arts correct the year?
Why grows the peach's crimson hue?
And why the plum's inviting blue?
Were they to feast his taste design'd,
That vermin of voracious kind!
Crush then the slow, the pilfering race,
So purge thy garden from disgrace.'

6 What arrogance!' the snail replied;
'How insolent is upstart pride!
Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain
Provok'd my patience to complain,
I had conceal'd thy meaner birth,
Nor trac'd thee to the scum of earth;

For scarce nine suns have wak'd the hours,
To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers,
Since I thy humbler life survey'd,

In base, in sordid guise array'd.

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Snail was I born and snail shall end.

And what's a butterfly? At best

He's but a caterpillar drest;
And all thy race (a numerous seed)
Shall prove of caterpillar breed.'

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CXXXVII

THE DEMON LOVER

ere have you been, my long, long, love, s long seven years and more?'

ì come to seek my former vows granted me before.'

ld your tongue of your former vows, they will breed sad strife;

1 your tongue of your former vows, I am become a wife.'

rn'd him right and round about, I the tear blinded his ee;

uld never have trodden on Irish ground, - had not been for thee.

ght have had a king's daughter,

far beyond the sea;

ht have had a king's daughter,

d it not been for love of thee.'

might have had a king's daughter, urself you had to blame;

ght have taken the king's daughter, ye knew that I was nane.'

Ise are the vows of womankind, fair is their false bodie;

er would have trodden on Irish ground d it not been for love of thee.'

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