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The Spirit's Epilogue
By hoary Nereus wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wizard's hook,
By scaly Triton's winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the Songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks
Sleeking her soft alluring locks,
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
From thy coral-pav'n bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answered have.

Listen and save!

John Milton.

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1634.

THE SPIRIT'S EPILOGUE

From Com11s

To the Ocean now I Ay,

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
All amidst the Gardens fair

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Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree: Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring, The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd' Hours, Thither all their bounties bring. That there eternal Summer dwells, And west winds, with musky wing About the cedarn 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 purf’d scarf can shew, And drenches with Elysian dew (List mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of Hyacinth, and roses Where young Adonis oft reposes, 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 fam'd son advane'd, Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc'd, After her wandring 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, Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.

But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run

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Love's Emblems

Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, 40
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 ciimb
Higher then the spheary chime;
Or if Virtue feeble were,

Heav'n itself would stoop to her. 1634. 1645.

John Milton.

LOVE'S EMBLEMS

From Valentinian

Now the lusty spring is seen;

Golden yellow, gaudy blue,

Daintily invite the view:
Everywhere on every green
Roses blushing as they blow,

And enticing men to pull,
Lilies whiter than the snow,
Woodbines of sweet honey full:

All love's emblems, and all cry,
“ Ladies, if not pluck’d, we die.”

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Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd;

Blushing red and purest white

Daintily to love invite
Every woman, every maid:

Cherries kissing as they grow,

And inviting men to taste,
Apples even ripe below,
Winding gently to the waist :

All love's emblems, and all cry,

“Ladies, if not pluck'd, we die.” 1647.

John Fletcher.

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THE GRASSHOPPER

O THOU that swing'st upon the waving hair

Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk every night with a delicious tear
Dropt thee from heaven, where th' art

rear'd!

The joys of earth and air are thine entire,

That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire

To thy carved acorn-bed to lie.

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Up with the day, the Sun thou welcom’st then,

Sport'st in the gilt-plaits of his beams, And all these merry days mak'st merry men,

Thyself, and melancholy streams. 1649.

Richard Lovelace.

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CORINNA 'S GOING A-MAYING

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.

Corinna 's Going a-Maying
See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colours through the air :
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see

The dew bespangling herb and tree!
Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east
Above an hour since, yet you not drest;

Nay! not so much as out of bed ?
When all the birds have matins said
And sung their thankful hymns, 't is sin,

Nay, profanation, to keep in,
Whereas a thousand virgins on this day
Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May. 14

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and

green,
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For jewels for your gown or hair :
Fear not; the leaves will strew

Gems in abundance upon you:
Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.

Come, and receive them while the light
Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:
And Titan on the eastern hill

Retires himself, or else stands still
Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in

praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying. 28

Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field turus a street, each street a park,

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