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in law, for despising the continual admonitions of Lot. Then, calling to the thunders, lightning, and fires, he bids them heare the call and command of God, to come and destroy a godlesse nation. He brings them down with some short warning to other nations to take heed. lv. Moabitides, or Phineas. The epitasis whereof may lie in the contention, first, between the father of Zimri and Eleazer, whether he sought] to have slain his son without law Next, the ambassadors of the Moabites, expostulating about Cosbi, a stranger and a noble woman, slain by Phineas. It may be argued about reformation and punishment illegal, and, as it were, by tumult. After all arguments driven home, then the word of the Lord may be brought, acquitting and approving Phineas. Ivi. Christus Patiens. The Scene, in the garden. Beginning, from the comming thither, till Judas betraies, and the of.
lxiii. The cloister-king Constans set up by Vortiger. Venutius, husband to Cartismandua. Ixiv. Vortiger poison'd by Roena. lxv. Vortiger immur'd. Vortiger marrying Roena. See Speed. Reproov'd by Vodin, archbishop of London. Speed. The massacre of the Britains by Hengist in thire cups at Salisbury plaine. Malmsbury. lxvi. Sigher, of the East-Saxons, revolted from the faith, and reclaimed by Jarumang. lxvii. Ethelbert, of the East-Angles, slain by Offa the Mercian. See Holinsh. L. vi. C. v. Speed, in the life of Offa, and Ethelbert. lxviii. Sebert slaine by Penda, after he had left his kingdom. See Holinshed, p. 116. lxix. Wulfer slaying his tow sons for beeing Christians. lxx. Osbert, of Northumberland, slain for ravishing the wife of Bernbocard, and the Danes brought in. See Stow, Holinsh. L. vi. C. xii. And especially Speed, L. viii. C. ii. boxi, Edmund, last king of the East-Angles,
martyr'd by Hinguar the Dane. See Speed, L. viii, C. ii. Sigbert, tyrant of the West-Saxons, slaine by a swinheard. Edmund,brotherof Athelstan, slaine by a theefe at his owne table. Malmesb. Edwin, son to Edward the younger, for lust depriv'd of his kingdom, or rather by Jaction of monks, whome he hated; together [with] the impostor Dunstan. Edward, son of Edgar, murder'd by his step-mother. To which may be inserted the tragedies stirr'd up betwixt the monks and priests about mariage. Etheldred, son of Edgar, a slothful king; the ruin of his land by the Danes. Ceaulin, king of the West-Saxons, for tyrannie depos'd and banish't; and do ang. The slaughter of the monks of Bangor by Edelfride, stirr'd up, as is said, by Ethelbert, and he by Austine the monke; because the Britains would not receave the rites of the Roman church. See Bede, Geffrey Monmouth, and Holinshed, p. 104. Which must begin with the convocation of British Clergie by Austin to determine superfluous points, which by them were refused. Edwin, by vision, promis'd the kingdom of Northumberland on promise of his conversion; and therein establish't by Rodoald, king of [the] East-Angles. Oswin, king of Deira, slaine by Oswie his friend, king of Bernitia, through instigation of flatterers. See Holinsh. p. 115. Sigibert, of the East-Angles, keeping companie with a person excommunicated, slaine by the same man in his house, ac:* as the bishop Cedda had foretold. Egfride, king of the Northumbers, slaine in battle against the Picts; having before wasted Ireland, and made warre for no reason on men that ever lov'd the English; forewarn’d alo by Cuthbert not to fight with the Picts. Kinewulf, king of the West-Saxons, slaine by Kineard in the house of one of his concubins. Gunthildis, the Danish ladie, with her husband Palingus, and her son, slaine by the appointment of the traitor Edrick, in king Ethelred's days. Holinsh. L. vii. C. v, together with the massacre of the Danes at Oxford. Speed. Brightrick, [king] of [the] West-Saxons, poyson'd by his wife Ethelburge, Offa's daughter; who dyes miserably also, in beggery, after adultery, in a nunnery. Speed in Bithrick. Alfred, in disguise of a minstrel, discovers the Danes' negligence; sets on [them] with a mightie slaughter. About the same tyme the Devonshire men rout Hubba, and slay him. Athelstan exposing his brother Edwin to the sea, and repenting.
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Yeronce more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude: And, with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse: So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd urn; And, as he passes, turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Sattening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Mst till the star, that rose, at evening bright, 30 ‘oward Heaven's descent had slop'd his westering wheel. Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, "emper'd to the oaten flute; tough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel 'rom the glad sound would not be absent long; ind old Damo-tas lov'd to hear our song. But, Othebeavy change, now thou art gone, ow thou art gone, and never must return hee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'erwn, nd all their echoes mourn: he willows, and the hazel copses green, hall now no more be seen unning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. skilling as the canker to the rose, rtaint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, r frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, hen first the white-thorn blows; ch, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep os'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? 51 r neither wereye playing on the steep, here your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, ron the shaggy top of Mona high, r yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: me! I fondly dream! [done? d ye been there-for what could that have
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 goary visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrusto the Lesbian shore? Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That lastinfirmity of noble mind) 71. To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life: “But not the praise,” Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; “Fame is no plant that growson mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies: Butlives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed.” O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds! That strain Iheard was of a higher mood: But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea; He ask’d the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, What hard mishap hathdoom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, 100 Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. “Ah! who hath rest “(quoth hey” my dearest Last came, and last did go, pledge?” The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain,) He shook his miter'd locks, and stern bespake: “How well could I have spar'd for thee young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climbinto 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! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'daught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! 121 What recks it them? What need they? They
And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
ORIGINAL VARIous READINGs of LycIDAs,
From Milton's MS, in his own hand.
Ver, 10. Who would not sing for Lycidas, he well knew. Ver, 22..To bid faire peace, &c. Ver, 26. Under the glimmering eye-lids, &c. Ver. 30, Oft till the even-starre bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloapt his burnisht wheel. Wer, 47. Or frost to flowres that their gay out. tons wear. Herc bear had been written, and erased, before teetorVer, 58, What could the golden-hor’d Calliope For her inchaunting son, When she beheld (the gods far-sighted bee) His goarie scal rowle downe the Thrscian lee. Here, after inchaunting son, occurs in the margin Whome universal Nature mightlament, And Heaven and Hel deplore, When his divine head downethestreame was sent. The line And Heaven, &c. is erased: divise head is also altered to divine visage, and af. terwards to goary visage. Ver., 69. Hid in the tangles, &c. Ver. 85. Oh fountain Arethuse, and,thousouth flood, Soft-sliding Mincius. Smooth is then altered to fam’d, and next to honour’d: And soft-sliding to smooth-sliding. Ver. 105. Scraul’d ore with figures dim. Inwrought is in the margin. Wer. 129. Daily devours apace, and little sed. Nothing is erased. Ver, 138. On whose fresh lap the swart starstiusly looks. At first sparely, as at present. Ver. 139. Bring hither, &c. Ver. 142. Bring the rathe primrose that mored. ded dies, Colouring the pale cheek of uninjoydkre; And that sad floure that strate To write his own woes on the rero graine: Next, adde Narcissus to at still weeps to vaine; The woodbine, and the pancie freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The cowslip wan that hangs his pensive head, And every bud thatsorrow's liverie weares; Letdaffadillies fill their cupswith tears, Bid amaranthus all his beautieshed. Here also the well-attir'd woodbine appears asso present, altered from garish columbine; and sud embroidery, an alteration of sad escocheon, instead of sorrow's liverie. Ver. 153. Letour sadthought, &c. Ver. 154. Aymee, whilst thee the floods and sounding seas. Ver. 160. Sleep'st by the fable of Corineus old. But Bellerus is a correction. Ver. 176. Listening the unexpressive nuptial song.
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Stoutly struts his dames before;
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
| Where the great Sun begins his state,