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But hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy!
met her, and in secret shades
even step, and musing gate,
Guiding the fiery - wheeled throne, The cherub Coutemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less. Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing ihe rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th'accustom'd 'oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st, the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee chauntress oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even - song, And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near lier highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a leècy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfeu sound, Over some wide- water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach Light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirtlı , Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nighly harm: Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tow's, Where I may oft but- watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsplere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook: And of those demons that are found In: fire, air, flood, or under ground,
Whose power hath a true consent
tale of Troy divine,
notes, as warbled to the string,
him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Cambalt, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That-own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if ought else great bards beside sage and solemn tunes have
and of trophies hung, -
on the russling leaves,
Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt,
every herb ibat sips the dew;
AND EVE"). Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect! with native honour clad In naked majesty seem'd lords of all, And worthy seem'd; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, (Severe, but in true filial freedom plac'd,) Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd; Por contemplation he and valour formid, For sa fitness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for Gad in him. His fair large front and eye sublime, declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthin lacks Round froin his parted forelock manly hung · Clustring, but not beneath his shoulders broad:
a veil down to the slender waist Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dissheveld; but in wanton ringlets ward, As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd Subjection, but requir'd with genıle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd: Yielded with coy subinission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delaya Nor those mysterious parts were then conceal'd, Then was pot guilty shame, dishonest shame Of nature's works, honour dishonourable! Sin - bred! how have ye troubled all mankind With shows instead, mere shows, of seeming pure, And banish'd from man's life his happiest life, Simplicity and spotless innocence! So pass'd they naked on, por shun'd the sight of God or Angel, for they thought no ill. So hand in hand they pass'd, the loveliest pair
since in love's embraces met; Adam the goodliest man of men since born
the fairest of her daughters Eve.
*) Paradise lost, Book IV.