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Front Page Titles (by Subject) L'Allegro. - The Poetical Works of John Milton
L’Allegro. - John Milton, The Poetical Works of John Milton [1900]Edition used: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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- Preface.
- Miscellaneous Poems.
- On the Morning of Christs Nativity.
- The Hymn.
- A Paraphrase On Psalm 114.
- Psalm 136.
- The Passion.
- On Time.
- Upon the Circumcision.
- At a Solemn Musick.
- An Epitaph On the Marchioness of Winchester.
- Song On May Morning
- Another On the Same.
- L’allegro.
- Il Penseroso.
- Sonnets.
- Arcades.
- Lycidas.
- A Maske Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634: On Michaelmasse Night, Before the Right Honorable, Iohn Earle of Bridgewater, Vicount Brackly, Lord Præsident of Wales, and One of His Maiesties Most Honorable Privie Counsell.
- Poems Added In the 1673 Edition.
- Anno Aetatis 17. On the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough.
- Anno Aetatis 19. At a Vacation Exercise In the Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. the Latin Speeches Ended, the English Thus Began.
- The Fifth Ode of Horace. Lib. I.
- Sonnets.
- On the New Forcers of Conscience Under the Long Parliament.
- On the Lord Gen. Fairfax At the Seige of Colchester.
- To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652.
- To S R Henry Vane the Younger.
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness.
- Psal. I. Done Into Verse, 1653.
- April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms Done Into Metre, Wherein All But What Is In a Different Character, Are the Very Words of the Text, Translated From the Original.
- Passages From Prose Writings.
- A Collection of Passages Translated In the Prose Writings.
- Joanni Miltoni
- Elegiarum Liber Primus.
- Sylvarum Liber.
- Paradise Lost.
- Book I.
- Book II.
- Book III.
- Book IV.
- Book V.
- Book VI.
- Book VII.
- Book VIII.
- Book IX.
- Book X.
- Book XI.
- Book XII.
- Paradise Regaind. a Poem.
- The First Book.
- The Second Book.
- The Third Book.
- The Fourth Book.
- Samson Agonistes, a Dramatic Poem.
- Appendix.
- ( a ): Specimen of Milton’s Spelling, From the Cambridge Autograph Manuscript.
- ( B ): Note of a Few Readings In the Same Manuscript.
- ( C ) Erratum
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 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,
- 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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