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dded to her noble birth, sore than she could own from earth. ummers three times eight save one he had told ; alas! too soon, fter so short time of breath, o house with darkness, and with death. et had the number of her days een as complete as was her praise, ature and Fate had had no strife a giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces sweet, uickly found a lover meet; he virgin quire for her request he god that sits at marriage feast; le at their invoking came, utwith a scarce well-lighted flame; nd in his garland, as he stood, emight discern a cypress bud. ince had the early matrons run ogreet her of a lovely son, nd now with second hope she goes, nd calls Lucina to her throes; ut, whether by mischance or blame, tropos for Lucina came ; nd with remorseless cruelty poil'd at one both fruit and tree: he hapless babe, before his birth, ad burial, yet not laid in earth; ind the languish'd mother's womb Was not long a living tomb. So have I seen some tender slip, av'd with care from Winter's nip, he pride of her carnation train, luck'd up by some unheedy swain, Who only thought to crop the flower 'ew shot up from vernal shower; ut the fair blossom hangs the head ide-ways, as on a dying bed, nd those pearls of dew, she wears, rove to be presaging tears, Which the sad Morn had let fall in her hastening funeral. Gentle lady, may thy grave eace and quiet ever have ; fter this thy travel sore weet rest seize thee evermore, hat, to give the world increase, horten’d hast thy own life's lease. ere, beside the sorrowing hatthy noble house doth bring, ere be tears of perfect moan Wept for thee in Helicon; nd some flowers, and some bays, orthy herse, to strew the ways, ant thee from the banks of Caune, levoted to thy virtuous name; Whilst thou, bright saint, high sitstin glory, ext her, much like to thee in story, hat fair Syrian shepherdess, Who, after years of barrenness, he highly favour'd Joseph bore o him that serv'd for her before, nd at her next birth, much like thee, hrough pangs fled to felicity, ar within the bosom bright f blazing Majesty and Light: here with thee, new welcome saint, ike fortunes may her soul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant sheen, o marchioness, but now a queen.
SONG - on * MAY MORNING.
Now the bright Morning-star, Day's harbinger,
ORIGINAL VARIot's READINGs of The ODE AT a SoleMN Music.
There are three draughts or copies of this song: all in Milton's own hand-writing. There occur some remarkable expressions in these various readings which Doctor Newton and Mr. Warton have not noticed. Ver. 3. Mire your choice words, and happiest sounds employ, Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce; And as your egnal raptures, temper'd street, In high mysterious spousall meet; Snatch us from Earth awhile, Usqfourselves and native woe, beguile; And to our high-rays'd phantasie present That undisturbed song, &c. Here, in the first draught, it is “And whilst your equal raptures;” in the second, whilst is erased, and as written over it. In the second draught also, the next line was In high mysterious holiespousall meet; but holie is expunged, and happie supplied in the margin; and, in the last of these original lines, “ native woes” was originally “ home-bred woes.” Ver, 10. Where the bright Seraphim in tripled row. Ver, 12. And Cherubim, sweet-winged squires, Then called Heaven's henshmen, which means the same ; henshman, or henchman, signifying a page of honour. See Minsheu, and also Mids. M. Dr. A. ii. S. ii. “I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman.” The Queen of Fairies is the speaker. Milton's curious expressions are in the first draught. Wer. 14. With those just spirits that wear the blooming palms, Hymns devout and sacred psalmes Singing everlastingly; ". all the starry rounds and arches are Resound and echo hallelu : That we on Earth, &c. Wer. 18. May rightly answere that melodious
noise, By leaving out those harsh ill sounding Jarres Of clamorous sin that all our music marres :
• And in our lives and in our song May keepe in tune with Heaven, &c. In the second draught he describes “the harsh discords” of sin by a technical term in music: By leaving out these harsh chroMATIc jarres Of sin that all our music marres: Ver. 19. As once we could, &c. Wer, 28. To live and sing with him in endlesse morne of light.
ANNO HETATIS Xix.
At a vacation exercise in the college, part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began."
HArt, native Language, that by sinews weak
"Written 1627. It is hard to say why they did not first appear in edition 1645. They were first added, but misplaced in edit. 1673. WARTON.
And misty regions of wide air next under,
Then Ens is represented as father of the Predire-
The next 2uantity and 2itality spake in press then Relation was called by his name.
Rivers, arise; whether thou be the son
What needs my Shakspeare, for his honour’d
on the UWIPERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to goto London, by reason of the plague.
Here lies old Hobson; Deathhath broke his girt,
So hung his destiny, never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot, Made of sphere-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time: And, like an engine, mov’d with wheel and weight His principles being ceas'd, he ended straight. Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath; Nor were it contradiction to affirm, Too long vacation hasten’d on his term. Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; [stretch'd, “Nay,” quoth he, on his swooning bed out“If I mayn't carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd, But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down tomake six bearers.” Ease was his chief disease; and, to judge right, He died for heaviness that his cart went light: His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load made his life burdensome, That even to his last breath, (there be that say’t) As he were press'd to death, he cried, “More weight;" But, had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the Moon he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase t His letters are deliver'd all and gone, Only remains this superscription,
May, with their wholesome and preventiveshears, Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears, And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New presbyter is but old priest writlarge.
ORIGINAL WAR rous Readings on The Forcers of CoNscience.
Ver. 2. the vacant whore Plurality. Ver, 6. To force the consciences &c. Wer. 12. By haire-brain'd Edwards. Shallow is in the margin; and the pen is drawn through haire-brain'd. *Wer. 17. Crop ye as close as marginal P--'s eares.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. F.
What slender youth, bedev'd with liquid
From GEOFFREP OF MONMOUTH.
Baurus thus addresses Dissa in the country of LeoGecia.
Goddess of shades, and huntress, who at will
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the same night.
Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
, From Milton's Hist. Engl. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 7. edit. 1698. These fragments of translation were collected from Milton's Prose-Works. * From Of Reformation in England. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10. * From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. , 10. p 4. From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W. vol. i. . 10. r; From Tetrachordon, Pr. W. vol. i. 259. * Milton's Motto to his Areopagical, A speech for the liberty of umlincensed Printing, &c. Prose W. vol. i. 141. 1 Sat. i. i. 24. • From Apol. Smectymn. Pr. W. vol. i. 115.
Birss'd is the man who hath notwalk’dastray
PSALM II. Dome Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of the Earth upstand with power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He, who in Heaven doth dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then severe, speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow [sway’d, The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, Be taught, ye judges of the Earth; with fear Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Soniest he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, lfonce his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.
PSALM III. Aug. 5, 1653. When he fled from Absalom.
Loan, how many are my foes!
Axswan me when I call,