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Of speaking Birds and Steeds with wings,
Giants and Dwarfs, and Fiends and Kings;
Beyond the rest with more attentive care
I've lov'd to read of elfin-favor'd Fair
How if she long'd for aught beneath the sky
And suffer'd to escape one votive sigh,
Wafted along on viewless pinions aery
It lay'd itself obsequious at her Feet:
Such things, I thought, one might not hope to meet
Save in the dear delicious land of Faery!
But now (by proof I know it well)
There's still some peril in free wishing
Politeness is a licenc'd spell
And you, dear Sir! the Arch-magician.
You much perplex'd me by the various set:
They were indeed an elegant quartette!
