The Milton Anthology 163-1674

The Milton Anthology 163-1674

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...The stream 's too pure for carp to lie Subject to perspicuity. For it must here be understood, There are no beds of sand and mud; But such a gravel as might pose The best of Scholars to disclose, And books and Learning all confute; Being clad in water-tissue suit. These cool delights, helped with the air Fanned from the branches of the fair Old beech, or oak, enchantments tie To every sense's faculty; And master all those powers should give The will any prerogative! Yet when the scorching noonday's heat, Incommodates the lowing neat, Or bleating flock; hither each one Hastes to be my companion. And when the western sky, with red Roses, bestrews the Day Star's bed; The wholesome Maid comes out to milk, In russet coat, but skin like silk; Which, though the sun and air dye brown, Will yield to none of all the Town For softness! and her breath's sweet smell Doth all the new-milked kie excel! She knows no rotten teeth; nor hair Bought, or complexion, t' make her fair: But is her own fair wind and dress; Not envying City's hJbpiness. Yet as she would extend some pity To the drained neat, she frames a Ditty; Which doth inchant the beast, until It patiently lets her pail fill: This, doth the babbling Echo catch; And so, at length, to me 't doth reach. Straight, roused up, I verdict pass! Concluding, from this bonny Lass And the birds' strains, 'tis hard to say, Which taught notes first? or she! or they! Thus ravished, as the night draws on Its sable curtain, in I'm gone To my poor cell; which, 'cause 'tis mine, I judge it doth all else outshine! Hung with content, and weather proof; Though neither pavement, nor roof, Borrow from marble quarr below; Or from those hills where cedars grow. There, I embrace and kiss my spouse; Who, like the Vesta to the...
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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236576640
  • 9781236576644