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In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend unfortunately	A
drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas	B
and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy	A
then in their height	C
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Yet once more O ye laurels and once more	D
Ye myrtles brown with ivy never sere	E
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude	F
And with forced fingers rude	F
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year	E
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear	E
Compels me to disturb your season due	G
For Lycidas is dead dead ere his prime	H
Young Lycidas and hath not left his peer	E
Who would not sing for Lycidas he knew	G
Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme	H
He must not float upon his watery bier	I
Unwept and welter to the parching wind	J
Without the meed of some melodious tear	K
Begin then Sisters of the sacred well	L
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring	M
Begin and somewhat loudly sweep the string	M
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse	N
So may some gentle Muse	O
With lucky words favour my destined urn	P
And as he passes turn	P
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud	Q
For we were nursed upon the self same hill	R
Fed the same flock by fountain shade and rill	R
Together both ere the high lawns appeared	S
Under the opening eyelids of the Morn	T
We drove a field and both together heard	U
What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn	T
Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night	C
Oft till the star that rose at evening bright	C
Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel	V
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute	W
Tempered to the oaten flute	W
Rough Satyrs danced and Fauns with cloven heel	V
From the glad sound would not be absent long	X
And old Damoetas loved to hear our song	X
But oh the heavy change now thou art gone	Y
Now thou art gone and never must return	P
Thee Shepherd thee the woods and desert caves	Z
With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown	P
And all their echoes mourn	P
The willows and the hazel copses green	P
Shall now no more be seen	P
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays	A2
As killing as the canker to the rose	B2
Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze	A2
Or frost to flowers that their gay wardrobe wear	K
When first the white thorn blows	B2
Such Lycidas thy loss to shepherd's ear	I
Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep	C2
Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas	B2
For neither were ye playing on the steep	C2
Where your old bards the famous Druids lie	D2
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high	D2
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream	E2
Ay me I fondly dream	E2
RHad ye been there S for what could that have done	P
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore	D
The Muse herself for her enchanting son	P
Whom universal nature did lament	F2
When by the rout that made the hideous roar	D
His gory visage down the stream was sent	F2
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore	D
Alas what boots it with uncessant care	K
To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade	G2
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse	B2
Were it not better done as others use	B2
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade	G2
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair	K
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise	B2
That last infirmity of noble mind	J
To scorn delights and live laborious days	B2
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find	J
And think to burst out into sudden blaze	B2
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears	B2
And slits the thin spun life RBut not the praise	B2
Phoebus replied and touched my trembling ears	B2
RFame is no plant that grows on mortal soil	H2
Nor in the glistering foil	H2
Set off to the world nor in broad rumour lies	B2
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes	B2
And perfect witness of all judging Jove	D2
As he pronounces lastly on each deed	I2
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed	I2
O fountain Arethuse and thou honoured flood	I2
Smooth sliding Mincius crowned with vocal reeds	B2
That strain I heard was of a higher mood	I2
But now my oat proceeds	B2
And listens to the Herald of the Sea	B2
That came in Neptune's plea	B2
He asked the waves and asked the felon winds	B2
What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain	P
And questioned every gust of rugged wings	B2
That blows from off each beaked promontory	K
They knew not of his story	K
And sage Hippotades their answer brings	B2
That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed	I2
The air was calm and on the level brine	P
Sleek Panope with all her sisters played	I2
It was that fatal and perfidious bark	J2
Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark	J2
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine	P
Next Camus reverend sire went footing slow	K2
His mantle hairy and his bonnet sedge	L2
Inwrought with figures dim and on the edge	L2
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe	K2
Ah who hath reft quoth he Rmy dearest pledge	L2
Last came and last did go	K2
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake	M2
Two massy keys he bore of metals twain	P
The golden opes the iron shuts amain	P
He shook his mitred locks and stern bespake	M2
RHow well could I have spared for thee young swain	P
Enow of such as for their bellies' sake	M2
Creep and intrude and climb into the fold	I2
Of other care they little reckoning make	M2
Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast	I2
And shove away the worthy bidden guest	I2
Blind mouths that scarce themselves know how to hold	I2
A sheep hook or have learnt aught else the least	I2
That to the faithful herdman's art belongs	B2
What recks it them What need they They are sped	I2
And when they list their lean and flashy songs	B2
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw	K
The hungry sheep look up and are not fed	I2
But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw	K
Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread	I2
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw	K
Daily devours apace and nothing said	I2
But that two handed engine at the door	K
Stands ready to smite once and smite no more	K
Return Alpheus the dread voice is past	I2
That shrunk thy streams return Sicilian Muse	B2
And call the vales and bid them hither cast	I2
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues	B2
Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use	B2
Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks	B2
On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks	B2
Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes	B2
That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers	B2
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers	B2
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies	B2
The tufted crow toe and pale jessamine	P
The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet	I2
The glowing violet	I2
The musk rose and the well attired woodbine	P
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head	I2
And every flower that sad embroidery wears	B2
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed	I2
And daffadillies fill their cups with tears	B2
To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies	B2
For so to interpose a little ease	B2
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise	B2
Ay me whilst thee the shores and sounding seas	B2
Wash far away where'er thy bones are hurled	I2
Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides	B2
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide	I2
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world	I2
Or whether thou to our moist vows denied	I2
Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old	I2
Where the great Vision of the guarded mount	I2
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold	I2
Look homeward Angel now and melt with ruth	N2
And O ye dolphins waft the hapless youth	N2
Weep no more woeful shepherds weep no more	K
For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead	I2
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor	K
So sinks the day star in the ocean bed	I2
And yet anon repairs his drooping head	I2
And tricks his beams and with new spangled ore	K
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky	M2
So Lycidas sunk low but mounted high	M2
Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves	B2
Where other groves and other streams along	M2
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves	B2
And hears the unexpressive nuptial song	M2
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love	D2
There entertain him all the Saints above	D2
In solemn troops and sweet societies	B2
That Sing and singing in their glory move	D2
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes	B2
Now Lycidas the shepherds weep no more	K
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore	K
In thy large recompense and shalt be good	I2
To all that wander in that perilous flood	I2
Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills	B2
While the still morn went out with sandals grey	K
He touched the tender stops of various quills	B2
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay	K
And now the sun had stretched out all the hills	B2
And now was dropt into the western bay	K
At last he rose and twitched his mantle blue	G
Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new	G

John Milton

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