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w of such as for their bellies' sake
ep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! other care they little reck'ning make, in how to scramble at the shearer's feast, 1 shove away the worthy bidden guest; ad mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold
heep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the t to the faithful herdman's art belongs! at wrecks it them? What need they? They are sped ;
1, when they list, their lean and flashy songs te on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; hungry sheep look up, and are not fed. Swoln with wind, and the rank mist they inwardly, and foul contagion spread: [draw, des what the grim wolf with privy paw y devours apace, and nothing said, that two-handed engine at the door ds ready to smite once,and smites no more. eturn, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, call the vales, and bid them hither cast ir bells, and flowrets of a thousand hues. allies low, where the mild whispers use shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,
whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, ow hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, it on the green turf suck the honied show'rs, I purple all the ground with vernal flow'rs, the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, white-pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, glowing violet, musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, h cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, Ievery flow'r that sad embroidery wears: Amaranthus all his beauty shed, I daffadillies fill their cups with tears, strew the laureat hearse where Lycid' lies. so to interpose a little ease, our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. ine! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding
Where other groves and other streams along,
§4. Virtue, Wisdom, and Contemplation. MILTON.
IRTUE could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
$ 5. Meditation and Beauty. MILTON. MUSING Meditation most affects
The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish, Or do his grey hairs any violence? But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard Of dragon watch, with uninchanted eye, To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold incontinence.
sh far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, ether beyond the stormy Hebrides, ere thou perhaps under the whelming tide it'st the bottom of the monstrous world; whether thou, to our moist vows denied, p'st by the fable of Bellerus old, ere the great vision of the guarded mount ks tow'rd Namancos and Bayona's hold; k homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth: d, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth, Veep no more, woful shepherds, weep no Lycidas your sorrow is not dead; [more, k though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
yet anon repairs his drooping head, d tricks his beams, and with new-spangled mes in the forehead of the morning sky; Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, rough the dear might of him that walk'd the
$6. Chastity. MILTON.
that has that, is clad in complete steel, And like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds, Where through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage, fierce bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity: Yea there, where very desolation dwells, By grots, and caverns shagg'd with horrid shades, She may pass on with unblench d majesty Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.
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Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
$9. Prowess of Body and Mind. MILTON OH how comely it is, and how reviving
To the spirits of just men, long oppress'd,
To quell the mighty of the earth, th' oppressor,
He all their ammunition
Renders them useless, while
What was the snaky-headed Gorgon shield,
And noble grace, that dash'd brute violence
§ 10. On Shakespeare. MILTON. WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honour"!
The labour of an age in piled stones,
§ 11. Song: on May Morning. -MILTON Now the bright morning star, day's harbir
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with bet
E-fed, and self-consumed: if this fail, pillar'd firmament is rottenness, earth's base built on stubble.
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, thro' heaven and earth:
$13. Patience. MILTON.
with th' afflicted, in his pangs, their sound Means her provision only to the good,
sh, and of dissonant mood from his com-And holy dictate of spare Temperance: ess he feel within If every just man, that now pines with want. Had but a moderate and beseeming share Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd Sonnet: on his deccased Wife. MILTON. In unsuperfluous even proportion, ETHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint And she no whit encumber'd with her store, Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, And then the giver would be better thank'd, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband His praise due paid; for swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, lescued from death by force, tho' pale and But with besotted, base ingratitude ne, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed Crams,and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? Purification in the old law did save, [taint Or have I said enough? To him that dares and such, as yet once more I trust to have I sight of her in heaven without restraint, e vested all in white, pure as her mind : ler face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight ove, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd lear, as in no face with more delight. , oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, [might. ak'd, she fled, and day brought back my
ie source of consolation from above,
$18. The Lady reproving Comus. MILTON. HATE when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous
Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high,
§ 19. Sonnet to the Nightingale. MILTON.
NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes, that close the eye of day,
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love; oh if Jove's will Have linked that amorous poweto thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh, As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why: Whether the muse, or love call thee his inate, Both them I serve, and of their train am 1. §"2
§ 20. Echo: A Song. MILTON.
SWEET Echo, sweetest nymph! that liv'st un- H°
Within thy airy shell,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Hid them in some flow'ry cave,
Sweet queen of parley. daughter of the sphere!
ow great a toil to stem the raging flood,
When the swoln veins with circling torrents rise,
Then 'gan the Palmer thus: Most wretched
[tend: Whiles they are weak, betimes with them conFor when they once to perfect strength do
VARIOUS DESCRIPTIONS FROM Strong warres they make, and cruel batt'ry bend
§ 21. Adonis's Garden.
UT were it not that Time their troubler is,
Each bird his mate; ne any does envie
Right in the middest of that paradise
But, like a girlond compassed the hight, [drop.
And, in the thickest covert in that shade, There was a pleasant arbour, not by art,
But of the trees own inclination made, Which knitting their ranke branches part to part, With wanton ivie-twine entail'd athwart,
And eglantine and caprisfole emoug, Fashion'd above within her inmost part,
That neither Phœbus' beams could thro' them throng,
Nor olus' sharp blast could work them any
'Gainst fort of reason, it to overthrowe: Wrath, jealousy, grief, love, this 'squire have laid thus lowe.
Wrath, jealousy, grief, love, do thus expell: Wrath is a fire, and jealousy a weed;
Grief is a flood, and love a monster fell; The fire of sparke, the weed of little seed, The flood of drops, the monster filth did breed
But sparks, seed, drops,and filth do thus decay The sparks soon quench, the springing seed our weed,
The drops dry up, and filth wipe clean awa So shall wrath, jealousy, grief, love, die and ce
To climb aloft, and others to excell;
Of griesly hew, and foul ill-favour'd sight; His face with smoake was tann'd, and eyes were blear'd';
head and beard with soot were ill bedight; His coale-black hands did seem to have been sear d [claws appear'd.
That was Ambition, rash desire to stie, And every link thereof a step of dignitie. Some thought to raise themselves to high de-His By riches and unrighteous reward; Some by close should'ring, some by flatteree; In [gree Others through friends, others for base reward; And all, by wrong ways, for themselves prepar'd. Those that were up themselves, kept others [lowe; Those that were lowe themselves, held others hard,
Ne suffer'd them to rise, or greater growe; But every one did strive his fellow down to throwe.
O sacred hunger of ambitious mindes,
§ 24. Anguish.
WHAT equal torment to the griefe of miude,
§ 25. Arbour.
ND over him, art striveing to compaire With nature, did an arbour green disspred, Framed with wanton ivic, flowering fire, hro' which the fragrant eglantine did spred is pricking armes, entayl'd with roses red, Which dainty odours round about him threw and all within with flowres was garnished, That, when mild Zephyrus emongst them Did breathe out bounteous smells, and painted [colours shew.
§ 26. Avarice.
XD greedy Avarice by him did ride, Upon a camel loaden all with gold; Two iron coffers hung on either side, ith precious metall full as they might hold, nd in his lap a heap of coin he told; For of his wicked pelf his god he made, nd unto hell himself for money sold: Accursed usury was all his trade, nd right and wronge ylike in equall ballance [waide. At last he came into a gloomie glade, [light, over'd with boughs and shrubs from heaven's Whereas he sitting found, in secret shade, n uncouth, salvage, and uncivill wight,
smithe's fire-speting forge, and nails, like
And turn'd up-side down, to feed his eye,
Some in round plates withouten monument;
But that too oft she chang'd her native huc.
Upon her fist, the bird that shunneth view,
So long as Guyon with her communed,
And ever and anone, with rosie red,'
With fair vermillion, or pure lastery. [laid
Great wonder had the knight to see the maid
You to molest, or other ill to feare,
If it be I, of pardon I you pray;
I will (it please you it discrue) assay
Held down her head, the whiles her lovely face
The flushing blood with blushing did inflame, And the strong passion marr'd her modest grace,