. A golden treasury of songs and lyrics . s a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead!Ripe apples drop about my head;The luscious clusters of the vineUpon my mouth do crush their wine;The nectarine and curious peachInto my hands themselves do reach;Stumbling on melons, as I pass,Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all thats made To a green thought i
. A golden treasury of songs and lyrics . s a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead!Ripe apples drop about my head;The luscious clusters of the vineUpon my mouth do crush their wine;The nectarine and curious peachInto my hands themselves do reach;Stumbling on melons, as I pass,Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all thats made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountains sliding foot O Or at some fruit-trees mossy root,Casting the bodys vest asideMy soul into the boughs does glide;There, like a bird, it sits and sings,Then whets and claps its silver wings,And, till prepared for longer flight,Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was that happy Garden-stateWhile man there walkd without a mate:After a place so pure and sweet,What other help could yet be meet!110. SONGS AND LYRICS But t was beyond a mortals shareTo wander solitary there:Two paradises t were in one,To live in Paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drewOf flowers and herbs this dial new !Where, from above, the milder sunDoes through a fragrant zodiac run:And, as it works, th industrious beeComputes its time as well as could such sweet and wholesome hoursBe reckond, but with herbs and flowers! A. MARVELL cxnLALLEGRO HENCE, loathed Melancholy,Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight bornIn Stygian cave forlorn Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wingsAnd the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades, and low-browd rocksAs ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But come, thou goddess fair and free,In heaven yclept Euphrosyne,And by men, heart-easing Mirth,Whom lovely Venus at a birth 111 THE GOLDEN TREASURY With two sister Grace
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