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Some things that may sweeten gladness In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss; The rude portals, which give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect: From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight. Therefore, thou best earthly bliss, I will cherish thee for this; Poesy, thou sweet'st content That e'er heaven to mortals lent, Though they as a trifle leave thee, Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee; Though thou be to them a scorn, Who to naught but earth are born; Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee. Though our wise ones call it madness, Let me never taste of sadness, If I love not thy madd'st fits Above all their greatest wits. And though some, too, seeming holy, Do account thy raptures folly, Thou dost teach me to contemn What makes knaves and fools of them.
DR. HENRY King. 1591-1669.
LIKE to the falling of a star,
What is the existence of man's life
It is a dream-whose seeming truth
It is a dial—which points out
JOHN MILTON. 1608–1674.
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unFind out some uneouth cell,
[holy! Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous And the night-raven sings ;
(wings, There underebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
But come, thou goddess fair and free, In heaven ycelp'd Euphrosyne, And by men heart-easing Mirth; Whom lovely Venus at a birth, With two sister Graces more, To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore: Or whether (as some sages sing) The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-maying; There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fillid her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek: Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty; And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower 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-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine :
While the cock, with lively din,