. The English dance of death, from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson;. us fall,As she plungd headlong to the Hall:Her forehead struck the marble floor:âShe heavd a sigh, and spoke no more. The Spectre calmly turned around,And saw his victim on the ground:Then grinnd a smile, and wavd his dart:âTis done, he said,âand I door gapd wide, as he withdrew;âWhen the Bird shriekd, and with him flew. John, though still trembling with affright,Stole up, and viewd the dismal sight. 206 ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH Death still indeed possest his chair,For Tom had placed poor Nelly John, I ne
. The English dance of death, from the designs of Thomas Rowlandson;. us fall,As she plungd headlong to the Hall:Her forehead struck the marble floor:âShe heavd a sigh, and spoke no more. The Spectre calmly turned around,And saw his victim on the ground:Then grinnd a smile, and wavd his dart:âTis done, he said,âand I door gapd wide, as he withdrew;âWhen the Bird shriekd, and with him flew. John, though still trembling with affright,Stole up, and viewd the dismal sight. 206 ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH Death still indeed possest his chair,For Tom had placed poor Nelly John, I neer again will stir,To let in such a Visiter;âAnd, if I live,âto-morrow morning,I 11 surely give his Lordship warning.âIn your warm place, good John remainBe where you will, he 11 come again;Whateer may be your future lot,Whether in Palace, Hall or Cot,Wheneer his hand salutes our gate,No lie will serve to make him wait :Wheneer he puts us to the trial,The scare-crow will take no denial;For, at the time hes pleasd to come,We all of us, must be at ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 207 THE PANTOMIME Joke, and Fun, and Frisk, and Folly,And evry Foe to Melancholy,With airy step and smiling mien,Fill up the Pantomimic spirits, light and gay,Chase the evning gloom away :While they their lively whims pursue,What have we with Care to do ? Tragedy is blood and slaughter :âA Tyrants wife, or Princes daughter,With some bold Lover in her train,Who by a rivals hand is slain;âWith, right or wrong, a spice of reasonTo thwart Conspiracy and Treason :A favrite Slave, an infant Son,A battle lost, a battle won;Tears, shrieks, a dagger and a bowl,Of Tragic Dramas form the whole. 208 ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH Though, to add horror to the woe,And give the last Scene all its show,It were as well the Stage to spreadWith a slight sprinkle of the Dead. The Comic Muse, who in her freaks,With Lifes domestic busness seeksTo call attention and to pleaseWith all mans, home varieties,Will someti
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