L'allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas

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Globe School Book Company, 1900 - 140 pages
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Personally, I have loved L'Allegro and Il Penseroso (especially the latter's praise of reading since I read them in high school. I also vividly recall joining in a dramatic reading of Comus with friends in graduate school. (I read the part of Comus). Read full review

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Page xxiv - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill: Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the Morn...
Page 60 - Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray ; He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay...
Page 57 - What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom Universal Nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Page 6 - Till the live-long daylight fail; Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, With stories told of many a feat, How faery Mab the junkets eat...
Page 19 - Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pestered in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives, After this mortal change, to her true servants Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats.
Page 60 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 6 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 58 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 59 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 56 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.

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