wherewith she sits on diamond-rocks, by all the nymphs that nightly dance and bridle in thy headlong wave, till thou our summons answered have. 1200 1201 of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: the jolly god in triumph comes; he shows his honest face: now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, drinking is the soldier's pleasure: rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; fought all his battles o'er again; and thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew whate'er in prospect charms the eye, from thee, the moon with borrowed light 1202 formed by thy hand, does Nature spread thy beauty fills the world with light, which, without thee, would sink in night. E HYMN TO EASE ASE, delight of human kind, whether she choose the rugged way, A. BUSH. or through the moss-green valley stray; or a softer sound convey. 'Tis ease alone gives peaceful rest, the pure virtue-breathing breast 1204 round, and bright, and warm, and still, who may be so blest as thee, every star that twinkles by. EPILOGUE OF THE SPIRIT IN COMUS the ocean now I fly, Tand those happy climes that lie where day never shuts his eye, all amidst the gardens fair of Hesperus, and his daughters three the Graces, and the rosy-bosomed Hours, there eternal Summer dwells, and west-winds with musky wing about the cedarn alleys fling nard and cassia's balmy smells. waters the odorous banks, that blow flowers of more mingled hue than her purfled scarf can shew; and drenches with Elysian dew —list, mortals, if your ears be true— beds of hyacinth and roses, where young Adonis oft reposes, in slumber soft, and on the ground 1205 celestial Cupid her famed son advanced quickly to the green earth's end, where the bowed welkin slow doth bend; Heaven itself would stoop to her. COMUS J. MILTON THE HE star that bids the shepherd fold and the gilded car of day his glowing axle doth allay and the slope sun his upward beam pacing toward the other goal Braid your locks with rosy twine, strict Age and sour Severity, with their grave saws, in slumber lie. We, that are of purer fire, imitate the starry quire, F. S. III 31 1206 1207 who, in their nightly watchful spheres, lead in swift round the months and years. now to the moon in wavering morrice move; By dimpled brook and fountain-brim, the Wood-Nymphs, decked with daisies trim, 'tis only daylight that makes sin— RETIREMENT J. MILTON CLIMB, at court, for me, that will, tottering favour's pinnacle; all I seek is to lie still: Thus, when, without noise, unknown, A. MARVELL ENDURANCE HEN clouds athwart the lowering sky WHE are driven-when bursts with hollow moan the thunder's peal—our trembling bosoms own Yet oft the lightning's glare darts sudden thro' the cloudless air: then in thy short delusive day of bliss, oh! dread the treacherous snare; |