Tixall Poetry.
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Wher the chirping crickets come,
And beetles sing with drousie hum.
Then dance we over feme and furs,
To houles of wolves, and barks of curs:
And when with none of these we meet,
We dance to the ecchos of our feet.
And beetles sing with drousie hum.
Then dance we over feme and furs,
To houles of wolves, and barks of curs:
And when with none of these we meet,
We dance to the ecchos of our feet.
At the night-ravens screeching voice,
When others tremble, we reioice;
And nimbly, nimbly, trip we still,
To the echo of a hollow hill.
When others tremble, we reioice;
And nimbly, nimbly, trip we still,
To the echo of a hollow hill.
XXX.
Another.
Echo shrill, from the vale to the hill,
The goblins and the satires,
Elves and fairies doe awake,
And the sea nimphs from the waters.
The goblins and the satires,
Elves and fairies doe awake,
And the sea nimphs from the waters.
