Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep 155 With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai rang, XVII. While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake; The aged Earth, agast, With terrour of that blast, Shall from the surface to the center shake; When at the worlds last session The dreadfull Judge in middle air shall spread his throne. XVIII. 160 With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell. 180 The lonely mountains o're And the resounding shore XX. A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flowre-in wov'n tresses torn The nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. XXI. 185 Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat. XXII. Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim, With that twise batter'd god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth, Heav'ns queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers holy shine; The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn; In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thamuz mourn ; And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dred XXIII. His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals ring They call the grisly King 195 200 205 In dismall dance about the furnace blue; 210 The brutish gods of Nile as fast, XXIV. Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green Trampling the unshowr'd grass with lowings loud, Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrel'd anthems dark The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark. XXV. He feels from Juda's land The dredded Infant's hand; The rayes of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swadling bands controul the damned crew. So, when the Sun in bed XXVI. Curtain'd with cloudy red Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale Troop to th' infernal jail; Each fetter'd ghost slips to his severall grave; And the yellow-skirted Fayes Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd maze. XXVII. But see the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest; Time is our tedious song should here have ending; Heav'ns youngest teemed star Hath fixt her polished car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnessed angels sit in order serviceable 215 220 225 230 235 いこい 240 5 10 L'ALLEGRO. HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes and shreiks and sights unholy; Find out som uncouth cell, Wher brooding Darknes spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But com, thou Goddess fair and free, In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne, Or whether (as som sager sing) The frolick wind that breathes the spring, Zephir with Aurora playing As he met her once a Maying, 15 20 And, if I give thee honour due, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free: To hear the lark begin his flight, And to the stack, or the barn dore, Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn 40 45 50 55 |