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Topic: Epic Literature

L’Allegro. - John Milton, The Poetical Works of John Milton [1900]

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The Poetical Works of John Milton, edited after the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. Beeching M.A. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1900).

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L’Allegro.

  • Hence loathed Melancholy
  • Of Cerberus, and blackest midnight born,
  • In Stygian Cave forlorn
  • ’Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy,
  • Find out som uncouth cell,
  • Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings,
  • And the night-Raven sings;
  • There under Ebon shades, and low-brow’d Rocks,
  • As ragged as thy Locks,
  • In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.10
  • But com thou Goddes fair and free,
  • In Heav’n ycleap’d Euphrosyne,
  • And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
  • Whom lovely Venus at a birth
  • With two sister Graces more
  • To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
  • Or whether (as som Sager sing)
  • The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring,
  • Zephir with Aurora playing,
  • As he met her once a Maying,20
  • There on Beds of Violets blew,
  • And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew,
  • Fill’d her with thee a daughter fair,
  • So bucksom, blith, and debonair.
  • Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee
  • Jest and youthful Jollity,
  • Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
  • Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles,
  • Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
  • And love to live in dimple sleek;30
  • Sport that wrincled Care derides,
  • And Laughter holding both his sides.
  • Com, and trip it as ye go
  • On the light fantastick toe,
  • And in thy right hand lead with thee,
  • The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty;
  • And if I give thee honour due,
  • Mirth, admit me of thy crue
  • To live with her, and live with thee,
  • In unreproved pleasures free;40
  • To hear the Lark begin his flight,
  • And singing startle the dull night,
  • From his watch-towre in the skies,
  • Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
  • Then to com in spight of sorrow,
  • And at my window bid good morrow,
  • Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine,
  • Or the twisted Eglantine.
  • While the Cock with lively din,
  • Scatters the rear of darkness thin,50
  • And to the stack, or the Barn dore,
  • Stoutly struts his Dames before,
  • Oft list’ning how the Hounds and horn
  • Chearly rouse the slumbring morn,
  • From the side of som Hoar Hill,
  • Through the high wood echoing shrill.
  • Som time walking not unseen
  • By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green,
  • Right against the Eastern gate,
  • Wher the great Sun begins his state,60
  • Rob’d in flames, and Amber light,
  • The clouds in thousand Liveries dight.
  • While the Plowman neer at hand,
  • Whistles ore the Furrow’d Land,
  • And the Milkmaid singeth blithe,
  • And the Mower whets his sithe,
  • And every Shepherd tells his tale
  • Under the Hawthorn in the dale.
  • Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures
  • Whilst the Lantskip round it measures,70
  • Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray,
  • Where the nibling flocks do stray,
  • Mountains on whose barren brest
  • The labouring clouds do often rest:
  • Meadows trim with Daisies pide,
  • Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.
  • Towers, and Battlements it sees
  • Boosom’d high in tufted Trees,
  • Wher perhaps som beauty lies,
  • The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.80
  • Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes,
  • From betwixt two aged Okes,
  • Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
  • Are at their savory dinner set
  • Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes,
  • Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
  • And then in haste her Bowre she leaves,
  • With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves;
  • Or if the earlier season lead
  • To the tann’d Haycock in the Mead,90
  • Som times with secure delight
  • The up-land Hamlets will invite,
  • When the merry Bells ring round,
  • And the jocond rebecks sound
  • To many a youth, and many a maid,
  • Dancing in the Chequer’d shade;
  • And young and old com forth to play
  • On a Sunshine Holyday,
  • Till the live-long day-light fail,
  • Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale,100
  • With stories told of many a feat,
  • How Faery Mab the junkets eat,
  • She was pincht, and pull’d she sed,
  • And he by Friars Lanthorn led
  • Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
  • To ern his Cream-bowle duly set,
  • When in one night, ere glimps of morn,
  • His shadowy Flale hath thresh’d the Corn
  • That ten day-labourers could not end,
  • Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend.110
  • And stretch’d out all the Chimney’s length,
  • Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
  • And Crop-full out of dores he flings,
  • Ere the first Cock his Mattin rings.
  • Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,
  • By whispering Windes soon lull’d asleep.
  • Towred Cities please us then,
  • And the busie humm of men,
  • Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,
  • In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold,120
  • With store of Ladies, whose bright eies
  • Rain influence, and judge the prise
  • 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 youthfull Poets dream
  • On Summer eeves by haunted stream.130
  • Then to the well-trod stage anon,
  • If Jonsons learned Sock be on,
  • Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childe,
  • Warble his native Wood-notes wilde,
  • And ever against eating Cares,
  • Lap me in soft Lydian Aires,
  • Married to immortal verse
  • Such as the meeting soul may pierce
  • In notes, with many a winding bout
  • Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out,140
  • With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
  • The melting voice through mazes running;
  • Untwisting all the chains that ty
  • The hidden soul of harmony.
  • That Orpheus self may heave his head
  • From golden slumber on a bed
  • Of heapt Elysian flowers, and hear
  • Such streins as would have won the ear
  • Of Pluto, to have quite set free
  • His half regain’d Eurydice.150
  • These delights, if thou canst give,
  • Mirth with thee, I mean to live.

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