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His leisure told him that his time was come,
HENCE, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus’ and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn,
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some unconth cell,
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night raven sings;
There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,
In dark Cimmerian deserts ever dwell.
I These two Poems - L'Allegro and N Penseroso-are supposed to have been written in Milton's youth, but were first published in 1648.
9 The three-beaded dog which kept the gate of Hell.
3 The Cimmerians were proverbial for dwelling in dark caves.
Zephyr with Aurore playing,
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
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 landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and faliows gray, Where the nibbling flockg 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 battlements it sees 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 agèd oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; And then in haste the bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead, Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When che merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebeckså sound
1 The Pule star- alluding to its mag. Detio attraction. The magnetio needle Brays points to ft.
"Your cyes are Lodestars," is said by Shakespeare.
? A rebeck was a fiddle with thiroo strings.