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The lonely mountains o'er,
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
The parting genius is with sighing sent:
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint; In urns, and altars round,
A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint!
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar power foregoes his wonted seat.
Peor and Baalim
Forsake their temples dim,
With that twice-battered god1 of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heaven's queen and mother both,
Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn;
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammus
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of blackest hue;
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
1 Dagon. See 1 Samuel v.
Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove or green,
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest ;
Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud:
So when the sun in bed,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Troop to the infernal jail,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;
But see! the Virgin blest
Hath laid her babe to rest:
And the yellow-skirted fays
Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved
Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest teemed star Hath fixed her polish'd car,
Her sleeping Lord, with hand-maid lamp, attending: And all about the courtly stable
Bright harness'd angels sit, in order serviceable.
EXTRACT FROM COMUS.
Listen where thou art sitting,
The loose train of thy amber dropping hair;
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen, and save.
By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Sabrina rises and sings.
By the rushy-fringed bank,
Where grows the willow, and the osier dank,
Whilst from off the waters fleet
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
SATAN'S VISIT TO PARADISE.
So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides, With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied; and overhead up grew Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and, as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view. Yet higher than their tops The verdurous wall of Paradise up sprung: Which to our general sire gave prospect large Into his nether empire neighbouring round. And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit, Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue, Appear'd with gay enamell'd colours mix'd: On which the Sun more glad impress'd his beams Than in fair evening cloud, or humid bow,
When God hath shower'd the earth; so lovely seem'd
Of Araby the blest; with such delay
Southward through Eden went a river large,
How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks,