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So they, and all that pass'd that way,

Soon join'd in the pursuit.
And now the turnpikes gates again

Flew open in short space;
The tollmen thinking, as before,

That Gilpin rode a race:
And so he did, and won it too ;

For he got first to town:
Nor stopp'd till where he had got up,

He did again get down.
Now !et us sing~" Long live the king;

And Gilpin, long live he:
And when he next doth ride abroad,

May I be there to see !"

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VII.- The Creation of the World.--MILTON.

MEANWHILE the Son On his great expedition now appear'd, Girt with omnipotence, with radience crown'd, Of majesty divine ; sapience and love Immense, and all his father in him shone. About his chariot numberless were pour'd Cherub and seraph, potentates and ihrones, And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariots winga From the armoury of God; where stand of old Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day, harness'd at hand, Celestial equipage! and now came forth Spontaneous, for within them spirit livód, Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide Her everduring gates, harmonious sound ! On golden hinges moving, to let forth The King of Glory, in his powerful Word And Spirit, coming to create new worlds. On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore They viewód the vast inmeasurable abyss, Outrageous as a sea; dark, wasteful, wild; Up from the bottom turnéd by furious winds, And surging waves, as mountains to assault Heaven's height, and with the centre mix the pole

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Silence, ye troubl'd waves! and thou deep, peace! Said then the omnific Word, your discord end : Nor stayód ! but on the wings of cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into chaos, and the world unborn: For chaos heard his voice ; him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might. Then stay'd the fervid wheets, and in his hand He took the golden compasses, preparód In God's eternal store, to circumscribe This universe, and all created things. One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd Round through the vast profundity obscure, And said thus far extend, thus far thy bounds, This be thy just circumference, O world!

Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth, Matter unformód and void ! Darkness profound Cover'd the abyss; but on the watery calm His brooding wings the spirit of God outspread, And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmthi Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'd The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs, Adverse to life; then founded, then conglobéd Like things to like, the rest to several place Disparted; and between, spun out the air ; And earth self-balanc'd, on her centre hung.

VIII.-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels.--İB.
So spake the Son, and into terror changʻd
His countenance, too severe to be beheld,
And full of wrath bent on his enemies.
At once the four spread out their starry wings,
With dreadful shape contiguous, and the orbs
Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound
Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
He on his impious foes, right onward drove,
Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels
The stedfast empirean shook throughout,
All but the throne itself of God. Full soon
Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand
Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent

Before him, such as in their souls infixed
Plagues. They astonishód, all resistance lost,
All courage; down their idle weapons droppód:
O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode,
of thrones, and mighty seraphim prostrate,
That wishód the mountains, now, might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold visag‘d four
Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels
Distinct alike with multitude of eyes :
One spirit in them ruld; and every eye
Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength,
And of their wonted vigour, left them drain'd,
Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fallón.
Yet half his strength he put not forth ; but checked
His thunder in mid volley; for he meant
Not to destroy but to root them out of heaven.
The overthrown he rais'd ; and as a herd
Of goats or timorous flock together throngʻd
Drove them before him thunderstruck pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heaven; which opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Struck them with horrour backward; but far worse
Urgʻd them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

IX.- Alexander's Feast; or, the Power of Music.-An Ode

for St. Cecilia's Day.--DRYDEN.
"TWAS at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son.-
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sat
On his imperial throne.

His valient peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound;

So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side,

Sat like a blooming eastern bride,
lo flower of youth and beauty's pride.-

Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,

None but the brave,
None but the brave, deserve the fair.
Timotheous plac'd on high,

Amid the tuneful choir,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The Song began from Jove,
Who left his blissful seats above;
(Such is the power of mighty love !)
À dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radient spheres he rode,

When he to fair Clympia presséd, [world. And Stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the

The list'ning crowd admire the lofty sound;
A present deity, they shout around;
A present deity; the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,

Assumes the god, affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus, then the sweet musician sung! of Bacchus, ever fair and and ever young.

The jolly god in triumph comes !
Sound the trumpet ; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face:
Now give the hautboys breath-he comes ! he comes !

Baochus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain :

Bacchus blessings are a treasure ;
rinking is the soldier's pleasure :
Rich the treasure ;

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure, after pain.
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;

(slain. And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the

The master saw the madness rise;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And, while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand and check'd his pride.

He chose a mournful muse,

Soft pity to infuse :
He sung Darius, great and good,

By too severe a fate,
Fall'n, fali'n, falln, fallin,

Fall'n, from his high estate,
And weit'ring in his blood :
Deserted at his utmost need
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

With downcast look the joyless victor sat, Revolving, in his alter'd soul,

The various turns of fate below;
And now and then, a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.
The mighty master smild to see
That love was in the next degree;
'Twas but a kindred sound to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures,
War he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble!

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying ;
Lovely Thais sits beside thee;

Take the good the gods provide thee,
The many rend the skies with loud applause,
So love was crown'd; but music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair,

Who caus'd his care;
And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once oppress'de
The vanquish'd victor-sunk upon her breast.

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