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mandy Ahe clouds in thousand liveries dight, duhet, arranged.
Russet lawns, and fallows gray, laju-hawajas ni Graz brada
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Sometime walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate,
Where the great Sun begins his state,
Rob'd in flames, and amber light,
While the ploughman near at hand, Time
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
Dr. linee. And the mower whets his sithe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Whilst the landscape round it measures ; bet.
words Where the nibbling flocks do stray, See kationer. Mountains on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied, trimmed
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers, and battlements it sees
Bosom’d high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies, red dw
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes. Courtellsten 18. The Little
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes
, fem ty shit the lorence
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, course, as the Greeka did
Are at their savoury dinner set by the preethear.bf brane
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses ;
And then in haste her 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 boisho
The upland hamlets will invite;
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EARLY POEMS, 1624–1637.
When the merry bells ring round,
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade ;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday, of bomun py
Till 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 pulld she sed;
And he by friars' 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 hath thresh'd the corn
That ten day-labourers could not end.
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And stretcht 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 whispering winds soon lulld asleep.
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, iteetrike With store 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 mask, and antique pageantry;
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Adema , Inusaffron robe, with taper clear,
'a man steadf art, thoughtful, not foud of gauty
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson'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 soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout Holok
Of linked sweetness long drawn out;
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running ;
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony.
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flow'rs; and hear
Such strains 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 thee, I mean to live.
HENCE vain deluding joys,
The brood of Folly without father bred,
How little you bested, plau
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ;
,Dwell in some idle brain;
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 pensioners of Morpheus' train. Galu 10 kleudet
But hail thou Goddess, sage and holy, demed
Hail divinest Melancholy,
bassieke wife to be pheus, King of b thirkia, the mother of andromeda.
EARLY POEMS, 1624-1637.
Whose saintly visage is too bright
Prut, Trud To hit the sense of human sight;
And therefore to our weaker view,
O’erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue;
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem; bende a Achilles in Or that starr'a Ethiop queen
that stroverurtellation of
The sea nymphs, and their powers offended.
Yet thou art higher far descended;
Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore, daw. of latuke
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 inmost grove,
While yet there was no fear of Jove.
Come pensive Nun, devout and pure duw.
Sober, stedfast, and demure, grave,
All in a robe of darkest grain, esim, v, bomuz yro.
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of cipres lawn, Craße
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
audu Come, but keep thy wonted state,
ner seule [ With ev'n step, and musing gait,
propriely. And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes :
There held in holy passion still,
Forget thyself to marble, till
With a sad leaden downward cast,
Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, 45
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring,
Aye round about Jove's altar sing.
And add to these retired Leisure, lammed That in trim gardens takes his pleasure;
But first, and chiefest, with thee bring,
Him that soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The cherub Contemplation,
And the mute Silence hist along,
'Less Philomel will deign a song,
In her sweetest, saddest plight,
Smoothing the rugged brow of Night,
While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke,
Gently o’er th’ accustom'd oak: the rak fru 60
Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Ive
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 smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandring Moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the Heav'ns wide pathless way;
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft on a plat of rising ground,
I hear the far-off curfeu sound, kuug at forat qo'tades
Over some wide-water'd shore, het immemmets at 8.
Swinging slow with sullen roar;
Or if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit, remite
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 bellman's drowsy charm,
To bless the doors from nightly, harm:
Or let my lamp at midnight hour
Be seen in some high lonely tow'r, eludquy Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, science, With thrice-great Hermes; or unsphere
Yoeren Briemaziaba , a Yitha thing of tyyll, euffant contempman with maer.