The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
pp. pp. 195-197
Now, on his enchanted sleep, | 23 |
See the rich creations sweep; | 24 |
Mark the lifting of his hand, | 25 |
It has grasped a fancied wand; | 26 |
Spirits, to its waving bowed, | 27 |
Spring from earth, and fire and cloud. | 28 |
Now he smiles! a kingly pomp | 29 |
Comes with shout and silver tromp; | 30 |
Or along the burnished waters | 31 |
Float some fairy island's daughters | 32 |
Or, as day's empurpled smile, | 33 |
Fades on the cathedral pile; | 34 |
Incense- winged the evening prayer, | 35 |
Rises on the dewy air. | 36 |
See, the sudden writhing brow! | 37 |
See, the stealing tear below! | 38 |
From his lip has gone the word, | 39 |
Darkness from its depths is stirred; | 40 |
And on fiery blasts are born, | 41 |
Howling terrors, shapes forlorn. | 42 |
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But again the laughing lip | 43 |
Quivers with the matchless quip; | 44 |
Wit, with diamond point and play, | 45 |
Bright for ever and for aye: | 46 |
Boy, to witch the world — arise! | 47 |
On that rose bank — SHAKSPEARE lies! | 48 |