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say so much but that the reader may perceive he was capable of saying more, and left some things unobserved in compliment to his fagacity: Milton's L'Allegro and Il Penferoso are to be admir'd on this account, as well as others, for in these every thing passes as it were in a review before you, and one thought starts a hundred. Descriptive Poems are made beautiful by fimilies properly introduced, images of feigned persons, and allusions to ancient fables, or historical facts; as will appear by a perusal of the best of these poems, especially those of Milton abovemention'd, Dena ham's Cooper's Hill, and Pope's Windsor Fore. The L'Allegro and 'Il Penferoso we shall introduce as examples, but the others are too long for our purpose.

L'ALLEGRO: Or the lively Pleasures of Mirth. Hence loathed melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackelt midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks and fights unholy,

Find out some uncouth cell,
Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night raven sings ;

There under ebon Thades, and low brow'd rocks,
As ragged as thy locks.

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell :
But come thou goddess fair and free,
In heav'n ycleap'd Euprosyne,
And by men, heart-easing mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth,
With two fifter Graces more
To ivy.crowned Bacchus bore 3
Or whether (as some sages fing)
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 washid in dew,
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair,
So buxom, blithe, and debonair ;
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with the
Jest and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks, and wanton 'wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed (miles,

Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek ;
Sport that wrinkled care derides,
And Laughter holding both his fides.
Come, and trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain nymph sweet Liberty ;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleafures free;
To hear the lark begin his fight,
And fingling startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tow'r in the skies,
Till the dapple Dawn doth rise ;
Then to come in fpite 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 liftning how the hounds and horn
Chearly rouse the slumb'ring Morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing thrill:
Sometime walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, or hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate,
Where che

great Sun begins his fate,
Rob'd in flames and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight,
While the plow-man near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milk-maid fingeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every Thepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the landskip round it measures,

Ruffet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling Aocks do stray,
Mountains on whose barren breast
The lab’ring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide:
Towers and batclements it fees
Bosom’d high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes.
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes.
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrfis met,
Are at their favory dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Pbillis dresses ;
And then in haste her bow'r fhe leaves,
With Theftylis to bind the leaves ;
Or if the earlier season lead
To the tann'd haycock in the mead,
Sometimes with secure delight
The upland hamlets will invite
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocond rebecks found
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd thade;

and old come forth. to play
On a sunshine holy day,
Till the live long day. light fail;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With fories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mab the junkets eat;
She was pincht, and pulld, the said,
And he by friar's lanthorn led ;
Tells how the drudging goblin fweat,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail had thresh'd the corn,
That ten day. lab'rers could not end ;
Then lays him down the lubber fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Balks at the fire his hairy ftrength,

And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings,
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp'ring winds soon lulld alleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With fore of ladies whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mak, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Johnson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild ;
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting foul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked fweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwifting all the chains that tye
The hidden foul of harmony.;
That Orpheus self may heave his head
From golden sumber on a bed
Of heapt Elyfan flow'rs, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain'a Eurydice.
These delights if thou canst give,
Mirth with thee I mean to live.

IL PENSEROSO: Or the gloomy Pleasures of Melancholy.

Hence vain deluding joys,
The brood of Folly without father bred,
How little you bested,

Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!
Dwell in some idle brain,

And fancies fond with gaudy shapes poffefs, As thick and numberless

As the gay motes that people the fun-beams,
Or likest hovering dreams,

The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.
But hail ! thou goddess, sage and holy,
Hail! divineft Melancholy,
Whose faintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human fight,
And therefore to our weaker view
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom?s hue;
Black, but such as in-esteem
Prince Memnon's fifter might be seen,
Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove
To set her beauties praise above
The Sea-nymphs, and their pow'rs offended:
Yet thou art higher far descended;
Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore
To solitary Saturn bore ;
His daughter she (in Saturn's reign
Such mixture was not held a stain)
Oft in glimmering bow'rs and glades
He met her, and in secret shades
Of woody Ida's inmoft grove,
While yet there was no fear of jove.
Come penfive nun, devout and

Sober, stedfast, and demure,
All in robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of Cyprus lawn,
O'er thy decent houlders drawn.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and mufing gate,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt foul fitting in thine eyes:

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