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with heaven reart L'ALLEGRO.


In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-tow'r in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to come in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good morrow,
Through the sweet-briar, or the yine,
Or the twisted eglantine:

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While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly struts his dames before:
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Some time walking, not unseen,
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate,

57 Happy


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love witnesse atteinjon Hard's note

dull] K. Hen. V. act iv. chorus,

Piercing the night's dull ear.'

46 good morrow] Browne's Brit. Past. iii. 2.


'Twice bid good morrow to the nether world.'

50 Scatters] Gallum noctem explodentibus alis.' Lucret. iv. 714.

54 morn] Habington's Castora, p. 8, ed. 1640.

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rouse the morne,

With the shrill musicke of the horne.' Warton.

Much Welo about Nothing

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Dapple the drowsy east with shots of fram

62 Walesque juste varnis chlamydlate chortens Milton's Where the great sun begins his state, Academical varie Rob'd in flames, and amber light,


The clouds in thousand liveries dight;
While the ploughman near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,


And every shepherd tells his tale of his sheep of "take of
Under the hawthorn in the dale. Cricks" Excons I &
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures

Whilst the landscape round it measures;
or hace twee Russet lawns, and fallows gray, light brown
wwwWhere the nibbling flocks do stray,

Mountains, on whose barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,

Where perhaps some Beauty lies,

les the Lesser Bear The Cynosure of neighbʼring eyes. which, on top the Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes, holar Sarabha: From betwixt two aged oaks,

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Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,

Are at their savoury dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes,

35 messes] Sylv. Du Bartas, p. 171.

Yielding more holesom food then all the messes,
That now taste-curious wanton Plenty dresses."





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Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in haste the bow'r she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead,
Sometimes with secure delight

The upland hamlets will invite,





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When the merry bells ring round, of "Alchemist B2
And the jocund rebecks sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday,

Till the live-long daylight fail;



was not but on a thor Fuar Rush who haunted homees

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mab the junkets eat;
She was pinch'd, and pull'd, she said,
And he by friars' lanthorn led, mot field
Tells how the drudging Goblin sweat,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn,
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubber fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,



110 lubber] There is a pretty tale of a witch that had the devil's mark about her, God bless us, that had a gyaunt to her son, that was called Lob-lye-by-the-fire. Knight of the B. Pestle, act iii. sc. 1. Warton.



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Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,

By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.
Tower'd cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold

pageant In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
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

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.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,





He, If Jonson's learned sock be on, mon probably alve with class f Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, he was lebo Warble his native wood-notes wild. v. ft. beef (2) at

And ever against eating cares,

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,


134 David the many art and that man's scope

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150 weeds ] Troilus and Cressida, act ii. sc. 3.

Great Hector in his weeds of peace.' Todd.



122 Rain] From the Messaggiero of Tasso.
quaggiu della lor virtu.' Black's Life of Tasso, ii. 476.


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Methinks I hear, nethinks I see:
Iwer & mersie sondrous relaty

Towns, palaces.

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Here now, now they the world is mis;
Kare beauties, gullent loved's shine
Whate ex is lovely or divine

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constitute a unity ofther own & contribute all done great end, is not less admirable than his rentin in afination, ons invention, & ove inton we knowledge of L'ALLEGRO. Wordswatte (546)

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Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce,

In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony;

That Orpheus'self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed

Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear




Of Pluto, to have quite set free it apart superiority

His half regain'd Eurydice.


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These delights if thou canst give,

Mirth, with thee I mean to live.

147 Elysian flowers] See Par. Lost, iii. ver. 359.

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145 The short of Eupheus raised of make it

And in these ravishing strains with which he moved
Charents Cerberus & five him way

To fetch from hell his last Eurydice"

Mafinger's "City Madum "I, 3

151 of Marlowe's "Come his with me "

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