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Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel

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And the milkmaid singeth blithe,

And the mower whets
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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,
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Russet
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lawns, and fallows
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gray,

Where the nibbling flocks do stray,

Mountains on whose barren breast

The laboring clouds do often rest,

Meadows trim with daisies pied,
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Shallow brooks and rivers wide.

Towers and battlements
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it sees,

Bosomed high in tufted trees,

Where perhaps some beauty
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lies,
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The cynosure
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of neighboring eyes.

Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes

From betwixt two agèd oaks,

Where Corydon and Thyrsis,
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met,

Are at their savory dinner set

Of herbs
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and other country messes,
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Which the neat-handed
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Phyllis dresses.
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And then in haste her bow’r
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she leaves,

With Thestylis to bind
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the sheaves,
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Or if the earlier season
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lead
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To the tanned
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haycock
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in the mead,
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Sometimes with secure
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delight

The upland
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hamlets
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will invite,

When the merry bells ring round,

And the jocund
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rebecks
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sound

To many a youth and many a maid,

Dancing in the checkered shade,

And young and old come forth to play

On a sunshine holiday,

Till the livelong daylight fail.

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,

With stories told of many a feat,

How fairy Mab
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the junkets
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eat.

She was pinched and pulled, she said,

And he, by friar’s lantern led,

Tells how the drudging goblin sweat

To earn his cream-bowl, duly set,

When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,

His shadowy flail
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hath threshed the corn
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That ten day-laborers could not end,

Then lies him down (the lubber fend!)
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And, stretched out all the chimney’s length,

Basks at the fire his hairy strength,

And, crop-full,
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out of doors he flings,

Ere the first cock his matin
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rings.

Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,

By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.

Tow’red cities please us, then,

And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold

In weeds
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of peace high triumphs
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hold,

With store
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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
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oft appear

In saffron
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robe, with taper
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clear,

And pomp,
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and feast, and revelry,

With masque and antique pageantry,

Such sights as youthful poets dream

On summer eves by haunted stream.

Then to the well-trod stage anon,

If Jonson’s
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learnèd sock be on,
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Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy’s
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child,

Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever, against eating
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cares,

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
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Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting
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soul may pierce

In notes, with many a winding bout
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Of linkèd sweetness long drawn out,

With wanton
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heed
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and giddy
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cunning,
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The melting voice through mazes running,

Untwisting all the chains that tie

The hidden soul of harmony,

That Orpheus
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self may heave
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his head

From golden slumber on a bed

Of heaped Elysian
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flowers, and hear

Such strains
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as would have won the ear

Of Pluto,
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to have quite set free

His half-regained Eurydice.
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These delights if thou canst give,

Mirth, with thee I mean to live.
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IL PENSEROSO
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1631?

 

Hence, vain deluding joys,

The brood of folly without father bred!

How little you bestead,
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Or fill the fixèd
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mind with all your toys!
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Dwell in some idle brain,

And fancies fond
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with gaudy
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shapes possess

As thick and numberless

As the gay motes
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that people the sun beams,

Or likest hovering dreams,

The fickle pensioners
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of Morpheus
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train.

But hail thou, goddess, sage and holy,

Hail divinest Melancholy,

Whose saintly visage is too bright

To hit
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the sense of human sight

And, therefore, to our weaker view

O’er laid with black, staid wisdom’s hue—

Black, but such as in esteem

Prince Memnon’s
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sister might beseem,
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Or that starr’d Ethiope
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Queen that strove

To set her beauty’s praise above

The sea nymphs, and their powers offended.

Yet thou art higher far descended,

Thee, bright-haired Vesta,
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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
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inmost grove,

While yet there was no fear of Jove.

Come, pensive nun,
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devout and pure,

Sober, steadfast, and demure,
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All in a robe of darkest grain,
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Flowing with majestic train,

And sable
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stole
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of cypress lawn
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Over thy decent
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shoulders drawn!

Come, but keep thy wonted
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state

With even step and musing gait,

And looks commercing
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with the skies,

Thy rapt
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soul sitting in thine eyes.

There held in holy passion still,

Forget thyself to marble, till

With a sad,
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leaden
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downward cast
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Thou fix them
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on the earth as fast.
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And join with thee calm peace, and quiet,

Spare
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fast,
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that oft with gods doth diet,

And hears the Muses in a ring

Aye
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round about Jove’s altar sing.

And add to these retired
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leisure,

That in trim
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gardens takes his pleasure.

But first, and chiefest, with thee bring

Him
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that yon soars on golden wing,

Guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne,
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The cherub Contemplation,
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And the mute silence hist
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along,

’Less
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Philomel
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will deign a song

In her sweetest, saddest plight,
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Smoothing the rugged brow of night,

While Cynthia
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checks
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her dragon yoke,
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