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O'RE the smooth enameld green	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp Where no print of step hath been	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp Follow me as I sing	C
nbsp nbsp nbsp And touch the warbled string	C
Under the shady roof	D
Of branching Elm Star proof	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Follow me	E
I will bring you where she sits	F
Clad in splendor as befits	F
nbsp nbsp nbsp Her deity	E
Such a rural Queen	A
All Arcadia hath not seen	A
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From 'Comus'	F
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THE Star that bids the Shepherd fold	G
Now the top of Heav'n doth hold	G
And the gilded Car of Day	H
His glowing Axle doth allay	H
In the steep Atlantick stream	I
And the slope Sun his upward beam	I
Shoots against the dusky Pole	J
Pacing toward the other gole	J
Of his Chamber in the East	K
Mean while welcom Joy and Feast	K
Midnight shout and revelry	E
Tipsie dance and Jollity	K
Braid your Locks with rosie Twine	L
Dropping odours dropping Wine	L
Rigor now is gon to bed	K
And Advice with scrupulous head	K
Strict Age and sowre Severity	K
With their grave Saws in slumber ly	J
We that are of purer fire	M
Imitate the Starry Quire	N
Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears	F
Lead in swift round the Months and Years	F
The Sounds and Seas with all their finny drove	O
Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move	P
And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves	F
Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves	F
By dimpled Brook and Fountain brim	Q
The Wood Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim	Q
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep	R
What hath night to do with sleep	R
Night hath better sweets to prove	P
Venus now wakes and wak'ns Love	S
Com knit hands and beat the ground	K
In a light fantastick round	K
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John Milton	T
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From' Comus'	F
ii Echo	U
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SWEET Echo sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp Within thy airy shell	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp By slow Meander's margent green	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp And in the violet imbroider'd vale	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Where the love lorn Nightingale	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp That likest thy Narcissus are	W
nbsp nbsp nbsp O if thou have	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp Hid them in som flowry Cave	Y
nbsp nbsp nbsp Tell me but where	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sweet Queen of Parly Daughter of the Sphear	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp So maist thou be translated to the skies	F
And give resounding grace to all Heav'ns Harmonies	F
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John Milton	T
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From' Comus'	F
iii Sabrina	Z
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The Spirit sings SABRINA fair	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Listen where thou art sitting	C
Under the glassie cool translucent wave	Y
nbsp nbsp nbsp In twisted braids of Lillies knitting	C
The loose train of thy amber dropping hair	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Listen for dear honour's sake	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Goddess of the silver lake	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Listen and save	Y
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Listen and appear to us	F
In name of great Oceanus	F
By the earth shaking Neptune's mace	F
And Tethys grave majestick pace	F
By hoary Nereus wrincled look	B2
And the Carpathian wisards hook	B2
By scaly Tritons winding shell	J
And old sooth saying Glaucus spell	J
By Leucothea's lovely hands	F
And her son that rules the strands	F
By Thetis tinsel slipper'd feet	K
And the Songs of Sirens sweet	K
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb	C2
And fair Ligea's golden comb	D2
Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks	F
Sleeking her soft alluring locks	F
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance	F
Upon thy streams with wily glance	F
Rise rise and heave thy rosie head	K
From thy coral pav'n bed	K
And bridle in thy headlong wave	Y
Till thou our summons answered have	X
nbsp nbsp nbsp Listen and save	Y
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Sabrina replies By the rushy fringed bank	E2
Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank	E2
nbsp nbsp nbsp My sliding Chariot stayes	F
Thick set with Agat and the azurn sheen	A
Of Turkis blew and Emrauld green	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp That in the channell strayes	F
Whilst from off the waters fleet	K
Thus I set my printless feet	K
O're the Cowslips Velvet head	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp That bends not as I tread	K
Gentle swain at thy request	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp I am here	V
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John Milton	T
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From 'Comus'	F
iv	Y
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The Spirit epiloguizes TO the Ocean now I fly	J
And those happy climes that ly	J
Where day never shuts his eye	J
Up in the broad fields of the sky	J
There I suck the liquid ayr	V
All amidst the Gardens fair	V
Of Hesperus and his daughters three	V
That sing about the golden tree	V
Along the crisped shades and bowres	F
Revels the spruce and jocond Spring	C
The Graces and the rosie boosom'd Howres	F
Thither all their bounties bring	C
That there eternal Summer dwels	F
And West winds with musky wing	C
About the cedar'n alleys fling	C
Nard and Cassia's balmy smels	F
Iris there with humid bow	F2
Waters the odorous banks that blow	U
Flowers of more mingled hew	G2
Than her purfl'd scarf can shew	G2
And drenches with Elysian dew	G2
List mortals if your ears be true	G2
Beds of Hyacinth and roses	F
Where young Adonis oft reposes	F
Waxing well of his deep wound	K
In slumber soft and on the ground	K
Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen	A
But far above in spangled sheen	A
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't	K
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't	K
After her wandring labours long	H2
Till free consent the gods among	I2
Make her his eternal Bride	K
And from her fair unspotted side	K
Two blissful twins are to be born	J2
Youth and Joy so Jove hath sworn	J2
nbsp nbsp nbsp But now my task is smoothly don	K2
I can fly or I can run	T
Quickly to the green earths end	K
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend	K
And from thence can soar as soon	L2
To the corners of the Moon	L2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Mortals that would follow me	V
Love vertue she alone is free	V
She can teach ye how to clime	V
Higher then the Spheary chime	V
Or if Vertue feeble were	V
Heav'n it self would stoop to her	V
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YET once more O ye Laurels and once more	V
Ye Myrtles brown with Ivy never sear	V
I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude	K
And with forc'd fingers rude	K
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year	V
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear	V
Compels me to disturb your season due	K
For Lycidas is dead dead ere his prime	V
Young Lycidas and hath not left his peer	V
Who would not sing for Lycidas he knew	K
Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme	V
He must not flote upon his watry bear	V
Unwept and welter to the parching wind	K
Without the meed of som melodious tear	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Begin then Sisters of the sacred well	J
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring	C
Begin and somwhat loudly sweep the string	C
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse	F
So may som gentle Muse	F
With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn	M2
And as he passes turn	M2
And bid fair peace be to my sable shrowd	K
For we were nurst upon the self same hill	J
Fed the same flock by fountain shade and rill	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Together both ere the high Lawns appear'd	K
Under the opening eye lids of the morn	J2
We drove a field and both together heard	K
What time the Gray fly winds her sultry horn	J2
Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night	K
Oft till the Star that rose at Ev'ning bright	K
Toward Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel	J
Mean while the Rural ditties were not mute	K
Temper'd to th'Oaten Flute	K
Rough Satyrs danc'd and Fauns with clov'n heel	J
From the glad sound would not be absent long	H2
And old Damaetas lov'd to hear our song	H2
nbsp nbsp nbsp But O the heavy change now thou art gon	J2
Now thou art gon and never must return	J2
Thee Shepherd thee the Woods and desert Caves	F
With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o'regrown	J2
And all their echoes mourn	J2
The Willows and the Hazle Copses green	J2
Shall now no more be seen	J2
Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft layes	F
As killing as the Canker to the Rose	F
Or Taint worm to the weanling Herds that graze	F
Or Frost to Flowers	F