JOHN MILTON
Broke the fair musick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood
In fiist obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.
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HENCE loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrciks, and sights unholy. Find out som uncouth cell,
Where 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 e\er dwell. But com thou Goddes fair and fiee, In Heav'n yclcap'd Euphrosync, And by men, heart-casing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus, at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore; Or whether (as som Sager sing) The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring, Zephir with Aurora playing, As he met her once a Maying,
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