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Hence loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn [holy,

'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks,and sights unFind out some uncouth cell, 5

Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealou? And the night raven sings; [wings»

There under ebon shades and low brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks,

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 10

But come thou Goddess 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 15

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, 20

There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew,
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair,
So buxom, blithe, 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 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, 3 5

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty;

And if I give thee honor due,

Mirth, admit me of thy crew

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-tower in the skies,

Till the dappled Dawn doth rise;

Then to come in spite of Sorrow, 45

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-door,

Stoutly struts his dames before 1

Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn,

Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring Morn,

From the side of some hoar hill, 55

Through the high wood echoing shrill:

Some time walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, on hillocs green,
Right against the eastern gate,
Where the great Sun begins his state, 60

Rob'd in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight,
While the plow-man near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe, 65

And the mower whets his sithe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the landskip round it measures, 7a

Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains on whose barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim with daisies pied, 75

Shallow brooks and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perphaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes. 8»

Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes, 8 3

Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;

And then in haste her bower she leaves, .

With Thestylis to bind the sheavesj.

Or if the earlier season lead

To the tann'd haycock in the mead. 't 50

Sometimes with secure delight

The upland hamlets will invite,

When the merry bells ring round,

And the jocond rebecs sound

To many a youth, and many a maid, . „ ;ga

Dancing in the chequer'd shade;

And young and old come forth to play

On a sunshine holy-day,

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 said,

And he by frier's lanthorn led

Tells how the drudging goblin swet, 105

To earn his cream-bowl duly set,

When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,

His shadowy flale hath thresh'd the corn

That ten day-lab'rers could not endj

Then lies him down the lubbar fiend, . no

And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,

Basks at the fire his hairy strength,

And crop-full out of doors he flings, ,/j ,

Ere the first cock his matin rings.

Thus done the tales, to bed tljey creep, nj.

By whisp'ring winds soon luU'da&lcap. .- , , Towered cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold

In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, no

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.

There let Hymen oft appear 125

In saffron robe, with taper clear,

And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry,

With Mask and antique Pageantry,

Such sights as youthful poets dream,

On summer eves by haunted stream. 130

Then to the well-trod stage anon,

If Johnson's learned sock be on,

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,

Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever against eating cares, 135

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal Verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce

In notes with many a winding bout

Of linked sweetness 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 1+5

From golden slumber on a bed

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