Lurid smoke and frank suspicion, Hand in hand reluctant dance; While the god fulfils his mission, Chivalry, resign thy lance. VII. Hark! the engines blandly thunder, Fleecy clouds dishevell'd lie, And the firemen, mute with wonder, On the son of Saturn cry. VIII. See the bird of Ammon sailing, Perches on the engine's peak, And the Eagle firemen hailing, Soothes them with its bickering beak. IX. Juno saw, and mad with malice, Lost the prize that Paris gave. Jealousy's ensanguin'd chalice, Mantling pours the orient wave. X. Pan beheld Patroclus dying, Nox to Niobe was turn'd; From Busiris Bacchus flying, Saw his Semele inurn'd. XI. Thus fell Drury's lofty glory, Levell'd with the shuddering stones, Mars with tresses black and gory, Drinks the dew of pearly groans. XII. Hark! what soft Eolian numbers, Gem the blushes of the morn; Break, Amphion, break your slumbers, Nature's ringlets deck the thorn. XIII. Ha! I hear the strain erratic, Dimly glance from pole to pole, 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. Thus he went on, stringing one extravagance upon another, in the style his books of chivalry had taught him, and imitating as near as he could their very phrase.--DON QUIXOTE. _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. My knees are stiff in iron buckles, Stiff spikes of steel protect my knuckles. These once belong'd to sable prince, Who never did in battle wince; With valour tart as pungent quince, He slew the vaunting Gaul: Rest there awhile, my bearded lance, While from green curtain I advance To yon footlights, no trivial dance, And tell the town what sad mischance Did Drury Lane befall. The Night.