And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Singing everlastingly : That we on earth, with undiscording voice, 15 May rightly answer that melodious noise; Jarred against Nature's chime, and with harsh din 20 To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed In first obedience and their state of good. 25 And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light! John Milton. LXXXIV THE RAINBOW. Still young and fine! but what is still in view For thy new light, and trembled at each shower! 5 1Ο When I behold thee, though my light be dim, 15 LXXXV Henry Vaughan. L'ALLEGRO. Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But come, thou Goddess fair and free, And by men, heart-easing Mirth; The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-maying, There on beds of violets blue, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee 25 So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And in thy right hand lead with thee To live with her, and live with thee, 30 135 40 45 And at my window bid good morrow, While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin; 50 And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn, From the side of some hoar hill, 55 Through the high wood echoing shrill: Where the great Sun begins his state, 60 Where the nibbling flocks do stray; The labouring clouds do often rest; Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; 75 80 Of herbs, and other country messes, 85 And then in haste her bower she leaves, Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tanned haycock in the mead. ၄၁ The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, 95 With stories told of many a feat, Telis how the drudging goblin sweat, 105 ΠΙΟ Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, 115 Where throngs of knights and barons bold, 120 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. 125 In saffron robe, with taper clear, |