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... transformed, Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's
island fell (who knows not Circe, The daughter of the sun, whose charmed cup
Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine
Whom certain these rough shades did never breed, Unless the goddess that in
rural shrine Dwell'st here with Pan, or Sylvan ; by blest song Forbidding every
bleak unkindly fog Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise That is 20 COMUS.
Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise That is addressed to unattending ears ;
Not any boast of skill, hut extreme shift How to regain my severed company,
Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo To give me answer from her mossy
But oh, that hapless virgin, our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ? whither
betake her From the chill dew, amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps some
cold bank is her bolster now ; Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm ...
A Mask John Milton. Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. Ay me unhappy !
then my fears are true. KLDEIt. 43.
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I much prefer John Kinsella's updated version 'A Dialogic Mask' which, rather engagingly, includes John Milton's original in a beautifully produced hardback. Comus is available from Arc Publications.