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Or if the earlier season lead
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.

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Sometimes with secure delight
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocond rebecs found
To many a youth, and many a maid,

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Dancing in the chequer'd tháde:
And
young

and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holy-day,
Tiħ the live-long day-light fail ;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pincht, and pull’d the faid,
And he by friers lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin (wet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere gliinpte of morn,
His shadowy fiale hath threshed the corn,
That ten day. lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of doors he fings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp’ring winds soon lullid alleep.
Towred 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 store of ladies, whose bright eyes

in influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or a.ms, while both contend
To win her grace, whoit all commend.

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There let Hymen oft appear,

125 In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such lights 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 sares,

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Lap me in loft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting foul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that ty
The hidden foul of harmony ;
That Orpheus self may heave his head 145
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flow’rs, and hear
Such ftrains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half regain d Eurydice.
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with theç I mean to live.

XIV.
IL PENSEROSQ.
ENCE vain deluding joys,

The brood of folly without father bredin
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys?

Dwel

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Dwell in some idle brain,

5. And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless

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

The fickle penlioners of Morpheus train.
But hail thou Goddess, fage and holy,
Hail divinest Melancholy,
Whose faintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human right,
And therefore to our weaker view

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;
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem,
Or that starred 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 folitary Saturn bore ;
His daughter she (in Saturn's reign,

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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 inmost

grove,
While yet there was no fear of Jove.
Come pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, stedfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And fable stole of Cyprus lawn,

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Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and musing gate,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt foul sitting in thine eyes ;

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There held in holy passion still,
Forget thyself to marble, till
With a fad leaden downward cast
Thou fix them on the earth as fait :
And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring
Ay round about Jove's altar fing:
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ;
But first, and chiefest, with thee bring,
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation;
And the mute Silence hist along,

SS 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her fweetest, faddest

plight,
Smoothing the rugged brow of night,
While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke,
Gently o'er th’accustom'd oak;
Sweet bird that Thunn`st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy !
Thee chauntress oft the woods among
I woo to hear thy even-song;
And missing thee, I walk unseen
On the dry linooth-shaven green,
To behold the wand'ring moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head the bow'd,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft on a plat of rising ground,
I hear the far-off Curfeu sound,
Over some wide-water'd shore,

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Or if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Or the belman's drousy charm,
To bless the doors from nightly harm :
Or let my lamp at midnight hour,
Be seen in some high lonely tow'r,
Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,
With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere
The spirit of Plato to unfold
What worlds, or what valt regions hold
The immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook :
And of those Demons that are found
In fire, air, flood, or under ground,
Whose
power

hath a true conlent
With planet, or with element.
Sometime let gorgeous tragedy
In scepter'd pall come sweeping by,
Presenting Thebes, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine,
Or what (though rare) of later age
Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
But, o fad Virgin, that thy power
Might raise Mulæus from his bower,
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes, as warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold,
Of Camball, and of Algarsife,
And who had Canace to wite,

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