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That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their lamps
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet embroider'd vale,
Where the love-born nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O if thou have
Tell me but where,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Ileaven's harmonies
Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd! I have oft heard My mother Circe, with the Sirens three, Amidst the flow'ry-kirtled Naiades Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium ; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause: Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense, And in sweet madness robb’d it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now. I'll speak to her, And she shall be my queen. Hail foreign wonder, 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 To touch the prosp'rous growth of this tall wood.
O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness! Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber: Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, A watch-case, or a common larum-bell? Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eves, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and the stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
(From the "Fall of Jerusalem.”)
Miriam. Love thee! I am here,
Trusting thee, Javan, with a faith as fearless
Javan. Will it then cease! will it not always sound Sweet, musical as thus? and wilt thou leave me?
Miriam My father!
Javan. Miriam! is not thy father
Miriam. O cease, I pray thee cease!
I will cling to him, starve, die, bear the scoffs
Javan. "Oh, Miriam! what a fatal art has thou
en now too much enamour'd! I must admire thee more for so denying, Than I had dared if thou hadst fondly granted. Thou dost devote thyself to utterest peril, And me to deepest anguish; yet even now Thou art lovelier to me in thy cold severity Flying me, leaving me without a joy, Without a hope on earth, without thyself; Thou art lovelier now than if thy yielding soul Had smiled on me a passionate consent. Go; for I see thy parting homeward look, Go in thy beauty! like a setting star, The last in all the thick and moonless heavens, O'er the lone traveller in the trackless desert. Go! if this dark and miserable earth Do jealously refuse us place for meeting, There is a heaven for those who trust in Christ.
Such as at once might not on living ground,
To read what manner musick that mote be: For all that pleasing is to living eare
Was there consorted in one harmonie, Birds, voices, instruments, windes, waters,—all agree.
The joyous birds shrouded in chearful shade, Their notes unto the voyce attemp’red sweet;
The angel call soft trembling voyces made To the instruments divine respondence meet: The silver sounding instruments did meet