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Summer drought, or singed air,
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood

Thy molten crystal fill with mud:
May thy billows ro!) ashore
The beryl, and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd
With many a tower and terras round, 935
And here and there thy banks upon
With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.

Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the Sorcerer us entice

With some other new device.
Not a waste or needless sound,
Till we come to holier ground;
I shall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,

And not many furlongs thence
Is your father's residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish'd presence, and beside

All the swains that near abide
With jigs and rural dance resort;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and cheer; 955
Come, let us haste, the stars grow high,

But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
T'he scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the

President's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.

Spi. Back, Shepherds, back; enough your play
Till next sun-shine holiday,
Here be without duck or nod

Other trippings to be trod
Of lighter toes, and such court guise
As Mercury did first devise

936. Upon, crown'd, understood from line 934.


425 With the mincing Dryades On the lawns, and on the leas.

965 This second song presents them to their Father

and Mother. Noble Lord, and Lady bright, I have brought ye new delight, Here behold so goodly grown Three fair branches of your own; Heav'n hath timely tried their youth, 970 Their faith, their patience, and their truth, And sent them here through hard assays With a crown of deathless praise, To triumph in victorious dance, O'er sensual folly and intemperance.

975 The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguizes.

Spi. To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where Day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air,

980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree; Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring, 985 The Graces, and the rosy-bosom’d Hours, Thither all their bounties bring; There eternal Summer dwells, And west-winds with musky wing About the cedar'd alleys fling Nard and Cassia's balmy smells. Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hue Than her purfled scarf can shew,

995 And drenches with Elysian dew (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of hyacinth and roses,

Where young Adonis oft reposes, 976. This farewell of the spirit is in close imitation of hartel's

song in the Tempest, Act 5. Sc. 3.

095. Purfled, embroidered.


Waxing well of his deep wound

In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits th’ Assyrian queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced, 1005
After her wand'riug labours long,
Till free consent the Gods among
Make her his eternal bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,

1010 Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.

But now my task is spioothly done,
I can fly, or I can run
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin low doth bend, 1015
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.

Mortals that would follow me,
Love Virtue; she alone is free,
She can teach ye how to climb

Higher than the sphery chime;
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
1002. ThAssyrian queen ; Venus, so called because

tirst worshipped by the Assyrians. There is a moral in this poem as sweetly and purely delicate as the verse is exquisite for its lovely images and melody. It was performed as a drama at Ludlow Castle, in 1634, before the Earl of Bridgewater, President of Wales, and was printed in 1637.

L’ALLEGRO. Hence, loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn,

(unholy! 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights This celebrated little descriptive poem and its companion, have preserved their distinct originality amid the crowd of similar compositions with which they are surrounded. They owe both their excellence and their popularity to the domestic character of their imagery, and to their direct appeal to the emotions which belong to the enjoyment of external nature. In other poenis of the same kind, the sentiments introduced are frequently those of the writer only, and not those which must, by the most general

Find out some uncouth cell,

5 Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous And the night raven sings;

(wings, There under ebon shades and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.

10 But come, thou Goddess fair and free, In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more

16 To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore; Or whether (as some sages sing) The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying, There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee daughter fa So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee


25 Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek;

80 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides, Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee

85 The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And, if I give thee honour due,

laws of human thought and feeling, belong to both the author and the reader. Sensations of gladness or melancholy may be infinitely varied, and in a poem of sentiment or character should bear the deep impress of personality ; but when nature is described in her cheerful or sombre aspect, the connexion between the object and the emotion should be certain and instantaneous. If the reader compare these poems with other descriptive compositions, and the feelings with which he reads them, he will better perceive the peculiar excellence of the former.

L'Allegro, che cheerful man, and n Penseroso, the melancholy man, both Italian terms, and well adapted to the author's purpose. For the mythology of the poems, Milton is his own authority.




Mirth, admit me of thy crew
To live with her, and live with thee
In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ;
Then to come in spite of Sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweet-briar, or the vine
Or the twisted eglantine;
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of Darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before:
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring Morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Some time walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green
Right against the eastern gate,
Where the great sun begins his state,
Robed in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight;
While the ploughman near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the landskip round it measures,
Russet lawns and fallows grey,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes






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