L'ALLEGRO. And ever, against eating cares, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, That Orpheus' self might heave his head, Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth with thee I mean to live. 13 Whose saintly visage is too bright Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended: Thee, bright-hair'd Vesta, long of yore, His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain: |