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Was kindly come to live with them beNo war, or battle's sound,

low: Was heard the world around;

Perbaps their loves, or else their sheep, The idle spear and shield were bigh up | Was all that did their silly thoughts so hung;

busy keep
The hooked chariot stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;

The trumpet spake not to the armed When such music sweet

Their hearts and ears did greet And kings sat still with awful eye,

As never was by mortal finger strook, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord Divinely-warbled voice was by.


Answering the stringéd noise,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took:

The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
But peaceful was the night

With thousand echoes still prolongs each
Wherein the Prince of Light

heavenly close. His reign of peace upon the earth began.

The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,

Nature, that heard such sound
Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean, Beneath the hollow round
Who now bath quite forgot to rave,

Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrillWhile birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

Now was almost won

To think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its last fulThe stars, with deep amaze,

filling: Stand fixed in steadfast gaze, 70 | She knew such harmony alone Bending one way their precious influ- Could hold all Heaven and Earth in hapence,

pier union.
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warned them thence; At last surrounds their sight
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,

A globe of circular light, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid That with long beams the shamefaced them go.

Night arrayed;

The helmed cherubim

And sworded seraphim
And, though the shady gloom

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings
Had given day her room,

displayed, The Sun himself withheld his wonted Harping in loud and solemn quire, speed,

With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's newAnd hid his head for shame,


born Heir. As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need:

Such music (as 'tis said) He saw a greater Sun appear

Before was never made, Than his bright throue or burning axletree But when of old the Sons of Morning could bear.

While the Creator great,


His constellations set,
The shepherds on the lawn,

And the well-balanced World on hinges
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row; And cast the dark foundations deep,
Full little thought they than

And bid the weltering waves their oozy That the mighty Pan

channel keep.








The aged Earth, aghast

160 Ring out, ye crystal spheres !

With terror of that blast, Once bless our human ears,

Shall from the surface to the centre If ye have power to touch our senses

shake, so;

When, at the world's last session, And let your silver chime

The dreadful Judge in middle air shall Move in melodious time;

spread his throne. And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;


130 And with your ninefold harmony

And then at last our bliss Make up full consort to the angelic sym Full and perfect is, phony

But now begins; for from this happy day

The Old Dragon under ground,

In straiter limits bound,
For, if such holy song

Not half so far casts his usurped sway, Enwrap our fancy long,

And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

And speckled Vanity
Will sicken soon and die,

The Oracles are dumb; And leprous Sin will melt from earthly No voice or hideous hum mould;

Runs through the arched roof in words And Hell itself will pass away,

And leave her dolorous mansions to the Apollo from his shrine
peering day.

Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the step of Delphos

leaving. Yea, Truth and Justice then

No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Will down return to men,

Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the proOrbed in a rainbow; and, like glories phetic cell.

wearing, Mercy will sit between,

XX Throned in celestial sheen,

The lonely mountains o'er, With radiant feet the tissued clouds And the resounding shore, down steering;

A voice of weeping heard and loud laAnd Heaven, as at some festival,

Will open wide the gates of her high palace From haunted spring, and dale

Edged with poplar pale,
The parting Genius is with sighing sent;

With flower-inwoven tresses torn
But wisest Fate says No,

The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled This must not yet be so;

thickets mourn. The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy That on the bitter cross

XXI Must redeem our loss,

In consecrated earth, So both himself and us to glorify:

And on the holy hearth, Yet first, to those ychained in sleep,

The Lars and Lemures moan with midThe wakeful trump of doom must thunder

night plaint; through the deep,

In urns, and altars round,

A drear and dying sound

Affrights the flamens at their service With such a horrid clang

quaint; As on Mount Sinai rang,

And the chill marble seems to sweat, While the red fire and smouldering clouds | While each peculiar power foregoes his outbrake:

wonted seat.




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And the yellow-skirted fays Peor and Baalim

Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their Forsake their temples dim,

moon-loved maze. With that twice-battered god of Palestine;

XXVII And moonèd Ashtaroth,

But see! the Virgin blest Heaven's queen and mother both,

Hath laid her Babe to rest. Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine:

Time is our tedious song should here The Libyc Hammou shrinks his horn;

have ending: In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded

Heaven's youngest-teemèd star 240
Thammuz mourn.

Hath fixed her polished car,
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp

attending; And sullen Moloch, filed,

And all about the courtly stable Hath left in shadows dread

Bright-harnessed Angels sit in order serHis burning idol all of blackest hue;

viceable. In vain with cymbals' ring

They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;

The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.


HENCE, loathèd Melancholy, Nor is Osiris seen

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Memphian grove or green,

In Stygian cave forlorn, Trampling the unshowered grass with 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and lowings loud;

sights unholy, Nor can he be at rest

Find out some uncouth cell, Within his sacred chest;

Where brooding Darkness spreads his Nought but profoundest Hell can be his

jealous wings, shroud;

And the night-raven sings; In vain, with timbreled anthems dark,

There under ebon shades, and low-browed The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his wor

rocks, shiped ark.

As ragged as thy locks,

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 10 XXV

But come, thou Goddess fair and free, He feels from Juda's land

In heaven yelep'd Euphrosyne, The dreaded Infant's hand;

And by men, heart-easing Mirth, The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky Whom lovely Venus at a birth eyn;

With two sister Graces more Nor all the gods beside

To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore; Longer dare abide,

Or whether (as some sager sing)
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: The frolic Wind that breathes the spring,
Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Zephyr with Aurora playing,
Can in bis swaddling bands control the As he met her once a-Maying,
damnèd crew.

There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses washed in dew,

Filled her with thee, a daughter fair,
So, when the sun in bed,

So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Curtained with cloudy red, 230 Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, Jest and youtbful Jollity, The flocking shadows pale

Qnips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Troop to the infernal jail,

Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Each fettered ghost slips to his several | Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, grave,

And love to live in dimple sleek;




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Sport that wrinkled Care derides,

Of hearbs and other country messes, And Laughter holding both his sides. Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; Come, and trip it as ye go,

And then in baste her bower she leaves, On the light fantastic toe;

With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; And in thy right hand lead with thee Or, if the earlier season lead, The mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty; To the tanned haycock in the mead. 90 And, if I give thee honour due,

Sometimes with secure delight
Mirth, admit me ‘of thy crew,

The upland hamlets will invite,
To live with her, and live with thee, When the merry bells ring round,'
In unreproved pleasures free;

And the jocond rebecks sound
To hear the lark begin his flight,

To many a youth and many a maid And singing startle the dull night,

Dancing in the chequered shade; From his watch-tower in the skies,

And young and old come forth to play Till the dappled Dawn doth rise;

On a sunshine holyday, Then to come, in spite of sorrow,

Till the livelong daylight fail: And at my window bid good-niorrow,

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, With stories told of many a feat, Or the twisted eglantine;

How fairy Mab the junkets eat: While the cock with lively din

She was pinched and pulled, she said; Scatters the rear of Darkness thin;

And he, by Friar's lanthorn led, And to the stack, or the barn-door,

Tells how the drudging Goblin sweat Stoutly struts his dames before:

To earn his cream-bowl duly set, Oft listening how the hounds and horn When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn, His shadowy fail hath threshed the corn From the side of some hoar hill,

That ten day-labourers could not end; Through the high wood echoing shrill: Then lies him down, the lubbar fend, 110 Sometime walking, not unseen,

And, stretched out all the chimney's length, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, Right against the eastern gate,

And crop-full out of doors be flings, Where the great Sun begins his state, 60 Ere the first cock his matin rings. Robed in flames and amber light,

Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; By whispering winds soon lulled asleep. While the ploughman, near at hand,

Towered cities please us then, Whistles o'er the furrowed land,

And the busy hum of men, And the milkmaid singeth blithe,

Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, And the mower whets his scythe,

In weeds of peace, high triumphs bold, 120 And every shepherd tells his tale

With store of Ladies, whose bright eyes Under the bawthorn in the dale.

Rain influence, and judge the prize Straight mine eye hath caught new pleas Of wit or arms, while both contend ures,

To win her grace whom all commend.
Whilst the lantskip round it measnres: 70 | There let Hymen oft appear
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,

In saffron robe, with taper clear,
Wbere the nibbling flocks do stray;

And pomp, and feast, and revelry, Mountains on whose barren breast

With mask and antique pageantry; The labouring clonds do often rest;

Such sights as youthful Poets dream Meadows trim with daisies pied;

On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.

Then to the well-trod stage anon, Towers and battlements it sees

If Jonson's learned sock be on, Bosomed bigh in tufted trees,

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Where perhaps some Beauty lies,

Warble his native wood-notes wild. The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes. 80 And ever, against eating cares, . Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes

Lap me in soft Lydian airs, From betwixt two aged oaks,

Married to immortal verse, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met

Such as the meeting soul may pierce, Are at their savoury dinner set

| In notes with many a winding bout



Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 Flowing with majestic train,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning, And sable stole of cypress lawn
The melting voice through mazes running, Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Untwisting all the chains that tie

Come; but keep thy wonted state,
The hidden soul of harmony;

With even step, and musing gait, That Orpheus' self may heave his head And looks commercing with the skies, From golden slumber on a bed

Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:
Of heaped Elysian flowers, and hear

There, held in holy passion stili,
Such strains as would have won the ear Forget thyself to marble, till
Of Pluto to have quite set free

With a sad leaden downward cast
His half-regained Eurydice.

Thou fix them on the earth as fast. These delights if thou canst give,

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Mirth, with thee I mean to live.

Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring

Aye round about Jove's altar sing;

And add to these retired Leisure,

That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; 50 (1633)

But, first and chiefest, with thee bring

Him that yon soars on golden wing,
HENCE, vain deluding Joys,

Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The brood of Folly without father bred ! The Cherub Contemplation;
How little you bested,

And the inute Silence hist along,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! 'Less Philomel will deign a song,
Dwell in some idle brain,

In her sweetest saddest plight, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes pos Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, sess,

While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke As thick and numberless

Gently o'er the accustomed oak. As the gay mnotes that people the sun Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly beams,

Most musical, most melancholy ! Or likest hovering dreams,

Thee, Chauntress, oft the woods among The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. I woo, to hear thy even-song; But, bail ! thou Goddess sage and holy ! 11 And, missing thee, I walk unseen Haií, divinest Melancholy!

On the dry smooth-shaven green, Whose saintly visage is too bright

To behold the wandering Moon, To hit the sense of human sight,

Riding near her highest noon, And therefore to our weaker view

Like one that had been led astray O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Through the heaven's wide pathless way, Black, but such as in esteem

And oft, as if her head she bowed, 71 Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Or that starred Ethiop Queen that strove' Oft, on a plat of rising ground, To set her beauty's praise above

I hear the far-off curfew sound, The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers of Over some wide-watered shore, fended.

Swinging slow with sullen roar; Yet thou art higher far descended:

Or, if the air will not permit, Thee bright-haired Vesta long of yore Some still removed place will fit, To solitary Saturn bore;

Where glowing embers through the room His daughter she; in Saturn's reign

Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Such mixture was not held a stain.

Far from all resort of mirth, Oft in glimmering bowers and glades Save the cricket on the hearth, He met her, and in secret shades

Or the Bellman's drowsy charm Of woody Ida's inmost grove,

To bless the doors from nightly harm." Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Sober, steadfast, and demure,

Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, All in a robe of darkest grain,

| With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere


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