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180 "Reproach me not  your fears be still   Be thankful we again have met;   Resume, my Friends! within the shade Your seats, and quickly [18] shall be paid The well remembered debt." REPROACH ME NOT YOUR FEARS BE STILL BE THANKFUL WE AGAIN HAVE MET RESUME MY FRIENDS WITHIN THE SHADE YOUR SEATS AND QUICKLY SHALL BE PAID THE WELL REMEMBERED DEBT
his ethereal height; Then take thy way, adventurous Skiff, More daring far than Hippogriff, And be thy own delight! 155 "To the stone-table in my garden, Loved haunt of many a summer hour, [E] The Squire is come: his daughter Bess Beside him in the cool recess Sits blooming like a flower. 160 "With these are many more convened; They know not I have been so far;-- I see them there, in number nine, Beneath the spreading Weymouth-pine! I see them--there they are! 165 "There sits the Vicar and his Dame; And there my good friend, Stephen Otter; And, ere the light of evening fail, To them I must relate the Tale Of Peter Bell the Potter." 170 Off flew the Boat--away she flees, Spurning her freight with indignation! [16] "And I, as well as I was able, On two poor legs, toward my stone-table Limped on with sore vexation. [17] 175 "O, here he is!" cried little Bess-- She saw me at the garden-door; "We've waited anxiously and long," They cried, and all around me throng, Full nine of them or more! HT TIS LODGED WITHIN HER SILENT TIER BUT GRANT MY WISHES LET US NOW DESCEND FROM THIS ETHEREAL HEIGHT THEN TAKE THY WAY ADVENTUROUS SKIFF MORE DARING FAR THAN HIPPOGRIFF AND BE THY OWN DELIGHT TO THE STONE TABLE IN MY GARDEN LOVED HAUNT OF MANY A SUMMER HOUR THE SQUIRE IS COME HIS DAUGHTER BEST BESIDE HIM IN THE COOL RECESS SITS BLOOMING LIKE A FLOWER WITH THESE ARE MANY MORE CONVENED THEY KNOW NOT I HAVE BEEN SO FAR I SEE THEM THERE IN NUMBER NINE BENEATH THE SPREADING WEYMOUTH PINE I SEE THEM THERE THEY ARE THERE SITS THE VICAR AND HIS DAME AND THERE MY GOOD FRIEND STEPHEN OTTER AND ERE THE LIGHT OF EVENING FAIL TO THEM I MUST RELATE THE TALE OF PETER BELL THE POTTER OFF FLEW THE BOAT AWAY SHE FLEES SPURNING HER FREIGHT WITH INDIGNATION AND I AS WELL AS I WAS ABLE ON TWO POOR LEGS TOWARD MY STONE TABLE LIMPED ON WITH SORE VEXATION OH HERE HE IS CRIED LITTLE BESS SHE SAW ME AT THE GARDEN DOOR WE'VE WAITED ANXIOUSLY AND LONG THEY CRIED AND ALL AROUND ME THRONG FULL NINE OF THEM OR MORE
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