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Myself I then perus'd, and limb by limb (ran | And shun the bitter consequence : for know
Of woe and sorrow.
Regained. Milton. Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and To whom the Fiend with fear abash'd replains,
Be not so sore offended, Son of God, (ply'd : And
ye that live and move, fair creatures tell, Though sons of God both angels are and men, Tell if ye saw, how came I thus, how here; If I to try whether in higher sort (pos'd Not of myself, by some great Maker then, Than these thou bear'st that title, have pro In goodness and in power pre-eminent; What both from men and angels I receive, Tell me how I may know him, how adore Tetrarchs of fire, air, flood, and on the earth From whom I have that thus I move and live, Nations besides from all the quarter'd winds, And feel that I am happier than I know. God of this world invok'd and world beneath ; While thus I call’d, and stray'd, I knew not Who then thou art, whose coming is foretold whither,
To me so fatal, me it most concerns. From where I first drew'air, and first beheld The trial hath indamag'd thee no way; This happy light, when answer none return'd, Rather more honor left and more esteem ! On a green shady bank profuse of flowers Me nought advantag'd, missing what I aim'd Pensive I sat me down; there gentle sleep Therefore let pass, as they are transitory, First found me, and with soft oppression seiz'd The kingdoms of this world ; I shall no more My droused sense, untroubled, though I thought Advise thee; gain them as thou canst, or not. I then was passing to my former state And thou thyself seem'st otherwise inclin'd Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve : Than to a worldly crown, addicted more When suddenly stood at my head a dream, To contemplation and profound dispute, Whose inward apparition gently mov'd As by that early action may be judg'd, My fancy to believe I yet had being, [divine, When slipping from thy mother's eye thou And liv'd : One came, methought of shape went'st And said, thy mansion wants thee, Adam, rise, Alone into the temple; there wast found First man, of men innumerable ordain'd Among the gravest Rabbies disputant First father, callid by thee I come thy guide On points and questions fitting Moses' chair, To the garden of bliss, thy seat prepar'd. Teaching, not taught; the childhood shows So saying, by the hand he took me rais'd, And over fields and waters, as in air As morning shows the day. Be famous then Smooth sliding without step, last led me up By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, A woody mountain, whose high top was plain, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world A circuit wide, inclos'd, with goodliest trees In knowledge, all things in it comprehend : Planted, with walks, and bowers, that what I All knowledge is not couch'd in Moses' law,
[tree The Pentateuch, or what the Prophets wrote ; Of earth before scarce pleasant seem'd. Each The Gentiles also know, and write, and teach Loaden with fairest fruit that hung to th' eye To admiration, led by Nature's light ; [verse, Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite And with the Gentiles' much thou must conTo pluck and eat; whereat I wak'd and found Ruling them by persuasion as thou mean’st ; Before mine eyes all real, as the dream Without their learning, how wilt thou with Had lively shadow'd : here had new begun
them, My wand'ring, had not he who was my guide Or they with thee hold conversation meet ? Up hither, from among the trees appear'd How wilt thou reason with them, how refute Presence divine. Rejoicing, but with awe, Their idolisms, traditions, paradoxes ? In adoration at his feet I fell
[I am, Error by his own arms is best evinc'd. Submiss: he rear'd me, and whom thou sought'st Look once more, ere we leave this specular Said mildly, author of all this thou seest
mount, Above, or round about thee, or beneath. Westward, much nearer by southwest, behold This paradise I give thee, count it thine Where on the Ægean shore a city stands To till and keep, and of the fruit to eat Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil, Of every tree that in the garden grows, Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts Eat freely with glad heart; for here no dearth : And eloquence, native to famous wits But of the tree whose operation brings Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, Knowledge of good and ill, which I have set City or suburbán, studious walks and shades ; The pledge of thy obedience and thy faith, See there the olive grove of Academe, Amid the garden by the tree of life,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird [long; Remember what I warn thee, shun to taste, Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer
There flowery hill Hymettus with the sound But where they are, and why they came not Of bees' industrious murmur oft invites
back, To studious musing ; there Ilissus rolls (view is now the labor of my thought; 'tis likeliest His whispiring stream: within the walls then They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too The schools of ancient sages; his who bred far, Great Alexander to subdue the world. And envious darkness, ere they could return, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next; Had stole them from me ; else, O thievish There shalt thou hear and learn the secret night, power
Why wouldst thou, but for some felonious end, Of harmony in tones and numbers hit. In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars, By voice or hand, and various-measured verse, That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their Æolian charms and Dorian lyric odes, [sung, With everlasting oil, to give due light (lamps And his who gave them breath, but higher To the misled and lonely traveller ? Blind Melesigenes, thence Homer callid, This is the place, as well as I may guess, Whose poem Phæbus challeng'd for his own. Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught Was rife and perfect in my list’ning ear; In Chorus or lambic, teachers best
Yet nought but single darkness do I find. Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd What might this be? A thousand fantasies In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Begin to throng into my memory, [dire, Of fate, and chance, and change in human life; Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows High actions, and high passions best describ- And airy tongues, that syllable men's names Thence to the famous orators repair, [ing : On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence These thoughts may startle well, but not Wielded at will that fierce democratie,
astound Shook th' arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne : By a strong siding champion, Conscience. To sage philosophy next lend thine ear, O welcome pure-ey'd faith, white-handed hope From Heav'n descended to the low-rooft house Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings, Of Socrates; see there his tenement, And thou, unblemish'd form of chastity; Whom well inspir’d the oracle pronounc'd I see ye visibly, and now believe [things ill Wisest of men ; from whose mouth issued That he, the Supreme Good, t' whom all forth
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools Would send a glist'ring guardian, if need were Of Academics old and new, with those To keep my life and honor unassail'd. Surnam'd Peripatetics, and the sect
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Epicurean, and the Stoic severe;
Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? These here revolve, or, as thou lik’st, at home, I did not err; there does a sable cloud Till time mature thee to a kingdom's weight; Turn forth her silver lining on the night, These rules will render thee a king complete And casts a gleam over this tufted grove. Within thyself, much more with empire join'd. I cannot halloo to my brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest 0 11. Courage derived to Virtue from Trust I'll venture ; for my new enliven'd spirits in Providence. Milton.
Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now.; methought it was the Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv’st unseen Of riot and ill-managed merriment, (sound
Within thy airy shell, Such as the jocund Aute, or gamesome pipe By slow Meander's margent green, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds,
And in the violet embroider'd vale, When for their teeming flocks, and granges Where the love-born nightingale
full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well; And thank the Gods amiss. I should be loth
That likest thy Narcissus are ? To meet the rudeness and swill'd insolence
O if thou have Of such late wassailers; yet oh, where else
Hid them in some flow'ry cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of Parly, daughter of the sphere, With this long way, resolving here to lodge
So may'st thou be translated to the skies, Under the spreading favor of these pines,
And give resounding grace to 'all Heav'n's
harmonies. Stept, as they said, to the next thicket side To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit Comus. Can any mortal inixture of earth's As the kind hospitable woods provide.
mould They left me then, when the grey hooded even, Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, (wain. Sure something holy lodges in that breast, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phæbus'l And with these raptures moves the vocal als
To testify his hidden residence :
To help you find them. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Lady. Gentle villager,
[place ? Of silence, through the empty vaulted night, What readiest way would bring me to the At every fall smoothing the raven down Comus. Due west it rises from this shrubby Of darkness till it smil'd! I have oft heard point.
(suppose, My mother Circe, with the Sirens three, Lady. To find out that, good shepherd, I Amidst the flow'ry-kirtled Naiades
In such a scant allowance of star-light, Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, Would over-task the best land-pilot's art, Who, as they sung, would take the prison's Without the sure guess of well practis'd feet. And lap it in Elysium ; Scylla wept, (soul, Comus. I know each lane, and every alley And chid her barking waves into attention,
green, And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, Yet they in pleasing slumber lull’d the sense, And every bosky bourn from side to side, And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; My daily walks and ancient neighborhood; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, And if your stray-attendants be yet lodg’d, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, Or shroud within these limits, I shall know I never heard till now. I'll speak to her, Ere morrow wake, or the low-roosted lark And she shall be my queen. Hail foreign From her thatched pallet rouse ; if otherwise wonder,
[breed, I can conduct you, lady, to a low
Lady. Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that With smoky rafters, than in tap’stry halls
Less warranted than this, or less secure, Compelld me to awake the courteous echo I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. To give me answer from her mossy couch. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial Comus. What chance, good lady, hath be- To my proportion'd strength. Shepherd, lead reft you thus ?
[rinth. Lady. Dim darkness and this leafy labyComus. Could that divide you from near
0 12. Poroer of Chastity. Milton. ushering guides ?
E. Bro. UNMUFFLE ye faint stars, and Lady. They left me weary on a grassy turf. thou fair moon, Comus. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or That wont’st to love the traveller's benizon, why?
[friendly spring. Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, Lady. To seek i' th' valley some cool And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here Comus. And left your fair side all unguard- In double night of darkness and of shades ; ed, lady?
[quick return. Or if your influence be quite damm’d up Lady. They were but twain, and purpos’a With black usurping mists, some gentle taper, Comus. Perhaps forestalling night prevent- Though a rash candle from the wicker hole ed them.
Of some clay habitation, visit us Lady. How easy my misfortune is to hit ! With thy long levell’d rule of streaming light, Comus. Imports their loss, besides the pre- And thou shalt be our star of Arcady, sent need ?
[lose. Or Tyrian Cynosure. Lady. No less than if I should my brothers Y. Bro. Or if our eyes Comus. Were they of manly prime, or Be barr'd that happiness, might we but hear youthful bloom i
[lips. The folded focks penn'd in their wattled cotes, Lady. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd|Or sound of pastral reed with oaten stops, Comus. Two such I saw, what time the Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock labor'd ox
Count the night watches to his feathery dames, In his loose traces from the furrow came, "Twould be some solace yet, some little cheerAnd the swinkt hedger at his supper sat ;
ing I saw them under a green mantling vine In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs. That crawls along the side of yon small hill, But O that hapless virgin, our lost sister, [her, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Where may she wander now, whither betake Their port was more than human, as they From the chill dew, amongst rude burs and I took it for a faëry vision
(stood; thistles ? Of some gay creatures of the element, Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now, That in the colors of the rainbow live, (struck, Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm And play i' th' plighted clouds. I was awe- Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with sad And as I pass'd I worshipt; if those you seek, fears. It were a journey like the path to Heav'n, What it in wild amazement and affright,
Or, while we speak, within the direful grasp Unless the strength of Heay'n, if you mean Of savage hunger, or of savage heat ? [quisite that ?
(strength, E. Bro. Peace, brother, be not over-ex- E. Bro. I mean that too, but yet a hidden To cast the fashion of uncertain evils : Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, 'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity : [own; What need a man forestall his date of grief, She that has that, is clad in complete steel, And run to meet what he would most avoid ? And like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen Or if they be but false alarms of fear, May trace huge forests, and unharbor'd heaths, How bitter is such self-delusion?
Infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds, I do not think my sister so to seek,
Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, Or so unprincipled in Virtue's book, [ever, No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms Will dare to soil her virgin purity: As that the single want of light and noise Yea there, where very desolation dwells, (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) By grots, and caverns shagg'd with horrid Could stir the constant mood of her calm shades, thoughts,
She may pass on with unblench'd majesty, And put them into misbecoming plight. Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Virtue could see to do what virtue would Some say no evil thing that walks by night, By her own radiant light, though sun and In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self That breaks his magic chains at curfeu time, Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine Where with her best nurse Contemplation Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her Do ye believe me yet, or shall I call That in the various bustle of resort (wings, Antiquity from the old schools of Greece Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair’d. To testify the arms of chastity ? He that has light within his own clear breast Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : Fair silver-shafted queen, for ever chaste, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Wherewith she tam'd the brinded lioness Benighted walks under the mid-day sun : And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought Himself is his own dungeon.
The frivolous bolt of Cupid ; Gods and men Y. Bro. 'Tis most true,
Feard her stern frown, and she was Queen o' That musing meditation most affects
th? Woods. The pensive secresy of desert cell,
What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin, And sits as safe as in a senate house ; Wherewith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, But rigid looks of chaste austerity, (stone, His few, books, or his beads, or maple dish, And noble grace that dash'd brute violence Or do his grey hairs any violence ?
With sudden adoration, and blank awe ? But beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree So dear to Heav'n is saintly chastity, Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard That when a soul is found sincerely so, Of dragon-watch, with uninchanted eye, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, From the rash hand of bold incontinence. And in clear dream, and solemn vision, You may as well spread out the unsunn'd heaps Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Of misers' treasure by an outlaw's den, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape, Danger will wink on opportunity,
The unpolluted temple of the mind, And let a single helpless maiden pass
And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Uninjur'd in this wild surrounding waste. Till all be made immortal : but when lust Of night or loneliness it recks me not ; By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul I fear the dread events that dog them both, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, (talk, Lest some ill-greeting touch attempt the person Lets in defilement to the inward parts, Of our unowned sister.
The soul grows clotted by contagion, E. Bro. I do not, brother,
Imbodies and imbrutes, till she quite lose Infer, as if I thought my sister's state The divine property of her first being. Secure without all doubt, or controversy. Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp, Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear Oft seen in charnel vaults and sepulchres, Does arbitrate th' event, my nature is Ling ring and sitting by a new-made grave, That I incline to hope rather than fear, As loth to leave the body that it lov'd, And gladly banish squint suspicion.
And link'd itself by carnal sensuality My sister is not so defenceless left
To a degenerate and degraded state. (sophy' As you imagine; she has a hidden strength Y. Bro. How charming is divine philoWhich you remember not.
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, Y. Bro. What hidden strength,
But musical as is Apollo's lute.
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, But to subserve where wisdom bears command' Where no crude surfeit reigns.
God, when he gave me strength, to show withal
How slight the gift was, hung it in my hair. Ø 13. Samson Agonistes. Milton.
But peace, I must not quarrel with the will Samson. [Attendant leading him.] Of highest dispensation, which herein
A LITTLE onward lend thy guiding hand Haply had ends above my reach to know : To these dark steps, a little further on;
Suffices that to me strength is my bane, For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade: And proves the source of all my miseries ; There I am wont to sit, when any chance So many, and so huge, that each apart Relieves me froin my task of servile toil, Would ask a life to wail; but chief of all, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age ! Unwholesome draught: but here I feel amends, Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, The breath of Heaven fresh blowing, pure and And all her various objects of delight (easid, sweet
[respire.- Annull’d, which might in part my grief have With day-spring born ; here leave me to Inferior to the vilest now become This day a solemn feast the people hold Of man or worm ; the vilest here excel me; To Dagon their sea-idol, and forbid
They creep, yet see ; I, dark in light, expos'd Laborious works; unwillingly this rest To daily fraud, contempt, abuse, and wrong, Their superstition yields me; hence with leave Within doors, or without, still as a fool, Retiring from the popular noise, I seek In power of others, never in my own ; [half. This unfrequented place to find some ease, Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than Ease to the body some, none to the mind O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day! Of hornets arm’d, no sooner found alone, O first created Beam, and thou great Word, But rush upon me thronging, and present “ Let there be light, and light was over all;" Times past, what once I was, and what am Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree !
[told The Sun to me is dark 0, wherefore was my birth from Heaven fore- And silent as the Moon, Twice by an angel, who at last in sight When she deserts the night, Of both my parents all in flames ascended Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. From off the altar, where an offering burn’d, Since light so necessary is to life, As in a fiery column charioting [act And almost life itself, if it be true His God-like presence, and from some great That light is in the soul, Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race ? She all in every part ; why was the sight Why was my breeding order'd and prescrib'd To such a tender ball as the eye confin'd, As of a person separate to God,
So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ? Design'd for great exploits ; if I must die And not, as feeling, through all parts diffus'd, Betray'd, captiv'd, and both my eyes put out, That she might look at will through every pore ? Made of my enemies the scorn and gaze ; Then had I not been thus exil'd from light, To grind in brazen fetters under task As in the land of darkness, yet in light, With this Heaven-gifted strength ? O glori- To live a life half dead, a living death, ous strength,
And buried; but, O yet more miserable ! Put to the labor of a beast, debas'd
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Lower than bond-slave! Promise was that I Buried, yet not exempt, Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver ; By privilege of death and burial Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs; Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves, But made hereby obnoxious more Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke : To all the miseries of life, Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt Life in captivity Divine prediction; what if all foretold [fault, Among inhuman foes. Had been fulfill'd but through mine own de- But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear Whom have I to complain of but myself ? [me, The tread of many feet steering this way; Who this high gift of strength committed to Perhaps my enemies, who come to stare In what part lodg'd, how easily bereft me, At my affliction, and perhaps to insult, Under the seal of silence could not keep, Their daily practice to afflict me more. But weakly to a woman must reveal it, O'ercome with importunity and tears.
0 14. Powers of Body and Mind. MILTON, O impotence of mind, in body strong! Oh how comely it is, and how reviving But what is strength without a double share To the spirits of just men, long oppressid, Of wisdom ? vast, unwieldy, burdensome, When God into the hands of their deliverer Proudly secure, yet liable to fall
Puts invincible might, By weakest subtleties, not made to rule To quell the mighty of the earth, th’oppressor,