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L'ALLEGRO

HENCE, loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born
In Stygian cave forlorn

'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights
unholy!

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5 Find out some uncouth cell,

Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous
wings,

And the night-raven sings;

There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks,
As ragged as thy locks,

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
But come, thou Goddess fair and free,
In heaven yclept Euphrosyne,
And by men heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus, at a birth,
15 With two sister Graces more,
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore:
Or whether (as some sager sing)
The frolic wind that breathes the spring,
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,

As he met her once a-Maying,

There, on beds of violets blue,

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And fresh-blown roses washed in dew,
Filled her with thee, a daughter fair,

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So buxom, blithe, and debonair.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity ortive tricks
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's chop
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic 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 crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free:
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And, singing, startle the dull night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to come, in spite 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,
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly struts his dames before:

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Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,
55 From the side of some hoar hill,

Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Sometime walking not unseen,

By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,

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Right against the eastern gate, tuli, progress

60 Where the great Sun begins his state,

Robed in flames and amber light,

"The clouds in thousand liveries dight; rayed

While the plowman, near at hand,

Whistles o'er the furrowed land,

And the milkmaid singeth blithe,

And the mower whets his scythe,t be numberAnd every shepherd tells his tale

Under the hawthorn in the dale.

Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,

70 Whilst the landskip round it measured unsoun. Russet lawns, and fallows grey,

Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains on whose barren breast
The labouring clouds do often rest;

Meadows trim, with daisies pied; variegated
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosomed high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
80 The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Hard by a cottage chimney smokes

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From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met
Are at their savoury dinner,

Set

Of herbs and other country messes,

Sypical mon peasant youstoral foot

Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;
And then in haste her bower she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tanned haycock in the mead.
(Sometimes, with secure delight,
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecks sound
To many a youth and many a maid.
Dancing in the chequered shade,
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday,

Till the livelong daylight fail:
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How Faery Mab the junkets eat.·
She was pinched and pulled, she said;
And he, by Friar's lantern led,
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn
That ten day-labourers could not end;
Then lies him down, the Tubber-fiend,

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And, stretched out all the chimney's length,
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Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
115 Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Towered cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men,

Tof the court

Where throngs of knights and barons bold, 120 In weeds of peace, high riumphs hold, Indement

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With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit or arms, while both contend
To win her grace whom all commend.
125 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 youthful poets dream
130 On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
135 And ever, against eating cares,

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse, espond

Such as the meeting soul may pierce,

In notes with many a winding bout

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