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POEMS, UPON SEVERAL OCCASIONS,

COMPOSED AT SEVERAL TIMES.

Baccare frontem “ Cingite, ne vati noceat mala lingua futuro."

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ANNO ÆTATIS 17.

So miounting up in icy pearled car,

Through middle empire of the freezing air On the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a cough*. He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far:

There ended was his quest, there ceas'd his care.

Down he descended from his snow-fost chair, Fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted,

But all unwares with his cold kind embrace 23 O Soft silken primrose fading timeleily,

Unhous'd thy virgin-loul from her fair biding-r. Summer's chief honor, if thou ladí out-lasted

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Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry;
For he being amorous on that lovely dye

Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;

5 That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,

For fo Apollo, with unweeting hand, But kill'd, alas, and then be wail'd his fatal bliss.

Whiloine did flay his dearly-loved mate,

Young Hyacinth born on Eurocas' strand, 11.

Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land; For since grim aquilo his charioteer

But then transform'd him to a purple flower : By boist'rous rape th’ Athenian damfel got,

Alack that so to change thee Winter had to He thought it touch'd his deity full near,

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If likewise he some fair-one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot

Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
Which ’mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,

Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark work, was held.

Hid from the world in a low delved comb;
Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom?

Oh no! for something in thy face did shine * This elegy was not inserted in the first edition Above mortality, that show'lt thou walt divit. :) of the author's poems, printed in 1645, but was added in the second edition printed in 1673. It was compos'd in the year 1625, that being the Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely bleft, 17th year of Milton's age. In some editions the (If so it he that thou these plaints doit hear) title runs thus, On tbe death of a fuir Infant, a ne Tell nie bright Spirit where'er thou hoverest, phew of bis, dying of a cough: buc the sequel shows whether above that high first-moving sphere

, plainly that the child was not a nep bew, but a niece, Or in th' Elysian fields (if such there were). 49 and confequently a daughter of his lifter Philips, Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, and probably her first child.

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Driving dumb filence from the portal door, S

Where he'had mutely fat two years before : Wert thou some itar which from the ruin'd roof

Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask, Of thak'd Olympus by mischance didit fall;

That now I use thee in my latter talk : Which careful Jove io nature's true behoof 45

Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, Took up, and in fit place did reinstall ?

I know my tongue but little grace can do thee : 10 Or did of late earth's sons besiege the wall

Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Of Theeny Heaven, and thou some Goddess fled

Believe me I have thither packt the worst :
Amongst us here below to hide thy neciar'd head?

And, if it happen as I did forecast,
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The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
Or wert thou that just Maid who once before so

I pray thee then deny me not thy aid Forsook the hated earth, Oreli me sooth,

For this same small neglect chat I have made : And can'ít again to visit us once more?

But halte thee strait to do me once a pleasure, Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth?

And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefeft trea

fure, Or that crown'd macron sage white-rebed Truth? Or any other of that heav'nly brood

Not those new fangled toys, and trimming flight, 55

Which takes our late fantastics with delight,
Let down in cloudy throne to do the world fome
good?

But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepeit spirits and choicest wits desire :

I have fome naked thoughes that rove about, Or wert thon of the golden-winged host,

And loudly knock to have their passage out; Who having clad thyself in human weed, And weary of their place do only stay 25 To earth from thy prefixed feat didit post, Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array; And after fort abode fly back with speed, 60 | That so they may without suspect or fears As if to show what creatures Heav'n doth breed, Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears; Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire

Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse, To scorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire? | Thy service in some graver subject use, 30

Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,

Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound: But oh why didit thou not fay here below Such where the deep transported mind may soar Tobless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence, 65 | Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door To flake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe, Look in, and fee cach blissful Deity

35 To turn fwist-rushing black perdition hence, How he before the thunderous throne doth lie, Or drive away the slaughtering peftilence, Listening to what unfhorn Apollo sings

To ftand 'twixt us and our deferved smart? To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings But thou canst best perform that office where thou Immortal ncclar to her kingly fire:

70 | Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire,

And misty regions of wide air next under 41 Then thcu the Mother of fo sweet a Child

And hills of Inow and lofts of piled thunder, Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament,

May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves, And wisely learn to curb thy forrows wild.

In Heavin's defiance mustering all his wavess Thick what a present thou to God hart sent,

Then sing of secret things that came to pass 45 And render him with patience what he lent!

When beldam Nature in her cradle was;

75 This if thou do, he will an offspring give,

And last of kings and queens and heroes old, That till the world's last end shall make thy name

Such as the wife Demodocus once told to live.

In folenın songs at king Alcinoüs' feast,
While fad Ulysses' soul and all the rest so
Arc held with his melodious harmony

In willing chains and sweet captivity.
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But fie, my wandering Muse, how thou dost stray!

Expectance calls thee now another way, Anno Æ!utis 19. At a Vacation Exercise in the Col Thou know's it must be now thy only bent 55

lege, part Latin, part English. Tbe Latin speecbes To keep in compass of thy predicament: ended, the Englifo ibus began'.

Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,

'That to the next I may refign my room. Didít speak,

Then Ens is represented as Father of the PredicaAnd mad't imperfect words with childish trips,

ments his ten Sons, wbereof the eldejl food for SubHalf unpronounc'd, slide through my infant-lips,

fiance with bis Canons, wbicb Ens, tbus speaking, explains.

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HAVL, native Language, that by finews weak

These verses were made in 1627, that being GOOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth the 19th year of the author's age; and they were The faery ladies danc'd upon the hearth; 60 not in the edition of 1645, but were first added Thy drousy nurse hath sworn she did them spie: in the edition of 1673.

Come tripping to the room where thou dida lie,

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And sweetly singing round about thy bed

Forsook the courts of everlasting day, Strow all their bleflings on thy sleeping head. And chose with us a darksome house of morta, She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldt! clay. still

65 From eyes of mortals walk invisible : Yet there is sonething that doth force my fear, Say heav'nly Muse, shall not thy facred vein 1 For once it was my dismal hap to hear

Afford a present to the Infant God? A Sibyl oid, bow-bent with crooked age,

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or folemn strain, That far events full wisely could prerage, 70

To welcome him to this his new abode, And in time's long and dark prospective glass Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team untrod. Foresaw what future days should bring to pass;

Hath took no print of the approaching light, 23 Your son, said she, (nor can you it prevent)

And all the spangled host keep watch in squadror. Shall subjed be to many an Accident.

bright? O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king, 75

IV. Yet every one fall make him underling,

See how from far upon the eastern road And those that cannot live from him afunder

The star-led wizards haste with vdors sweet :
Ungratefully fhall strive to keep him under,
In worth and excellence he shall out-go them,

O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed seet;

25 Yet, being above them, he shall be below them; From others he shall stand in need of nothing, 81

Have thou the honor first, thy Lord to greet, Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing.

And join thy voice unto the Angel quire, To find a foe it fall not be his hap,

From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow's

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And peace shall lull him in her flowery lap;
Yet Thall he live in luife, and at his door

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Devouring war hall never cease to roar :
Yea it shall be his natural property
'To harbour those that are at enmity.
What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not

IT was the winter wild,
Your learned hands can loose this Gordian knot ?

While the Heav'n-born child

All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; The next Quantity and Quality spake in Profe, tben Nature in awe to him Relation was call'd by bis Name.

Had dofft her gawdy trim, RIVERS arise ; whether thou be the fon 91

With her great Master so to sympathize : Of utmos Tweed, or Oose, or gulphy Dun,

It was no season then for her Or Trent, who like some earth-born giant spreads To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour. His thirty arms along th' indented meads,

11. Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath, 95 Or Severu swift, guilty of maidens' death,

Only with speeches fair Or rocky Avon, or of lodgy Lee,

She woo's the gentle air Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee,

To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythian's name,

And on her naked shame, Dr Medway snooth, or royal towred Thame. 100

Pollute with sinful blan:e,

The faintly veil of maiden white to throw, [Tbe rest was profe.]

Cunfounded, that her Maker's eyes

Should look so near upon her foul deformities. III.

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But he her fears to cease,
On the Morning of Chrif's, Nativity.

Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace ;
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She, crown'd with olive green, came fun,

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Down through the turning sphere
THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, His ready harbinger,

With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing: Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, And waving wide her myrtle wand, 31 Our great redemption from above did bring; She strikes an universal peace through sea and lancFor so the holy sages once did fing,

5 That he our deadly forfeit should release,

IV. And with his father work us a perpetual peace. No war, or batteľs found

Was heard the world around :

The idle spear and thield were high up hung, That glorious form, that light unsufferable, The hooked chariot stood, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,

Unstain'd with hostile blood, Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table The trumpet spake not to the armed throng, To fit the midst of Trinal Unity,

II And kings fat still with awful eye, He laid aside; and here with us to be,

As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was br.

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That with long beams the fame-fac'd nigh But peaceful was the night,

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array'd;

The helmed Cherubim, Wherein the Prince of light

And (worded Seraphim, His reign of peace upon the earth began :

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings disThe winds with wonder whist

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play'd,
Harping in loud and folemn quire,

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Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hach quite forgot to rave,

With unexpreflive notes to Heaven's new-bora

Heir. While birds of calm fit brooding on the charmed

Such mulic (as 'tis said)

Before was never made, The stars with deep amaze

But when of old the sons of morning sung, Stand fix'd in stedfast gaze,

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While the Creator great

I 20 Bending one way their precious influence,

His constellations fer, And will not take their flight,

Arid the well-balanc'd world on hinges huog, For all the morning light,

And cast the dark foundations deep, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;

And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel But in their glimmering orbs did glow, 75 Uotil their Lord himself befpake and bid chem go.

Ring out, ye crystal Spheres,

IS And though the shady gloom

Once bless our human ears, Had given day her room,

(If ye have power to touch our senses fo) The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And let your silver chime And bid his head for shame,

80 Move in melodious time, As his inferior flame

And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, The new inlighten'dworld no more should need; | And with your ninefold harmony

131 He saw a greater sun appear

Make up full confort to th' angelic symphony. Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.

For if such holy song

Inwrap our fancy long, The shepherds on the lawn,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, Or o'er the point of dawn,

And speckled Vanity

136 Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;

Will ficken foon and die, Full little thought they then,

And leprous Sin will melt from carthly mold, That the mighty Pan

And Hell itself will pass a way, Was kindly come to live with them below; 90

And leave her dolorous manfions to the peering Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,

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140 Was all that did their filly thoughts fo busy keep.

Yea Truth and Justice chen When such music sweet

Will down return to men, Their hearts and ears did greet,

Orb’d in a rainbow; and like glories wearing As never was by mortal finger strook, 95

Mercy will fit hetween, Divincly-warbled voice

Thron'd in celestial fheen,

145 Anfwering the stringed noise,

With radiant fcet the tissued clouds down As all their souls in blissful rapture took :

steering, The air, such pleasure loch to lose,

And Heav’n, as at some festival, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heav'nly Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall. clofe.

But wiseft Fate says no, Nature that heard such sound

This must not yet be fo,

ISO Beneath the hollow round

The babe lies yet in smiling infancy, of Cynthia's seat, the aery region thrilling, That on the bitter cross Now was almost won

Must redeemn our loss; Tu think her part was done,

105 So both himself and us to glorify; And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; Yet first to those ychain'd in fiecp,

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The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through Could hold all Heay'n and Earth iu happier union.

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At last surrounds their sight
A globe of circular light,

With such a horrid clang
As on mount Sinai rade,

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While the red fire and smouldering clouds out-
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And sullen Moloch fled,
The aged earth aghaft,
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Hath left in shadows dread
With terror of that blaft,
Shall from the surface to the center fhake;

His burning idol all of blackest hae;

In vain with cymbals' ring When at the world's last feffion,

They call the grilly king, The dreadful Judge in middle air fhall spread his

In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
throne.

The brutish Gods of Nile as fast,
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Ilis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, halte.
And then at last our bliss

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Full and perfect is,

Nor is Ofiris seen
But now begins; for from this happy day In Memphian grove or green,
Th’old Dragon under ground,

Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings lo straiter limits bound,

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Nor can he be at reft And wroth co see his kingdom fail,

Within his sacred chest, Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shrood; In vain with timbrei'd anthems dark

The fable-Itoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark. The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiv. He feels from Juda's land ing.

175 | The dreaded Infant's hand, Apollo from his shrine

The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Can no more divine,

Nor all the Gods beside
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leav- Longer dare abide,

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Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : No nightly trance, or breathed spell,

Our babe, to shew his Godhead true, Inspires the pale-ey'd prieit from the prophetic Can in his swadling-bands controll the damned cell.

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The lonely mountains o'er,

So when the fun in bed,
And the resounding shore,

Curtain'd with cloudy red,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
From haunted spring and dale

The flocking shadows pale
Edg’d with poplar pale,

185 | Troop to the infernal jail, The parting Genius is with lighing sent;

Each fetter'd ghost flips to his several grare, With flower-inwoven treffes torn

And the yellow-skirted Fayes The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled chickets Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moos

lov'd maze. XXI. In confecrated earth,

Bat see the Virgin bleft And on the holy hearth,

199 | Hath laid her Babe to rest, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight Time is our tedious long should bere have en so plaint;

ing: In urns, and altars round,

Heaven's youngest teemed star
A drear and dying found

Hath fix'd her polish'd car,
Affrights the Flamers at their service quaint;

Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp atten:: And the chill marble seems to sweat,

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ing: While each peculiar Power furgoes his wonted And all about the courtly stable feat.

Bright-harnett Angels fit in order serviceable. XXII. Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice batter'd God of Palestine;

THE PASSION. And mooned Ashtaroth,

200 Heav'n's queen and mother both, Now lits pot girt with tapers' holy shine;

Er , The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn,

Wherewith the stage of air and earth 2: In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Tham.

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And joyous news of heav'nly Infant's birth,

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