Raptures sweet and dreams ecstatic
Fire my everlasting soul.

XIV.

Where is Cupid's crimson motion?
Billowy ecstasy of woe,
Bear me straight, meandering ocean,
Where the stagnant torrents flow.

XV.

Blood in every vein is gushing,
Vixen vengeance lulls my heart:
See, the Gorgon gang is rushing!
Never, never let us part!



A TALE OF DRURY LANE--BY W. S. {44} {99}



[To be spoken by Mr. Kemble, in a suit of the Black Prince's armour,
borrowed from the Tower.]

Survey this shield, all bossy bright -
These cuisses twain behold!
Look on my form in armour dight
Of steel inlaid with gold;