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1、Four PoemsFour Poems LAllegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas by John Milton LALLEGROHENCE, loathed Melancholy, .Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn .Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!Find out some uncouth cell, .Where brooding Darkness spreads his jea

2、lous wings, And the night-raven sings;.There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As 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, With two sister Graces mo

3、re, To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore:Or whether (as some sager sing)The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora pIaying, As he met her once a-Maying, There, on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee,. a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debona

4、ir.Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebes cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek;Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.Come, and trip it, as you go

5、, On the light fantastic toe;And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free:To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night,

6、 From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise;Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine;While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-doo

7、r, Stoutly struts his dames before:Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill:Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begi

8、ns his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight;While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles oer the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.Straight mine eye

9、hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures:Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray;Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest;Meadows trim, with daisies pied;Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;Towers and battlements it sees Bosom

10、ed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;And then in h

11、aste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tanned haycock in the mead.Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the

12、 chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail:Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, With stories told of many a feat, How Faery Mab the junkets eat.She was pinched and pulled, she said;And he, by Friars lantern led, Tells how the drudging go

13、blin sweat To earn his cream-bowl duly set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end;Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimneys length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out

14、of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold With store of ladies, whose br

15、ight eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry;Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by hau

16、nted stream.Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonsons learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancys child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a windi

17、ng bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony;That Orpheus self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as

18、would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice.These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live.IL PENSEROSOHENCE, vain deluding Joys, .The brood of Folly without father bred!How little you bested .Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!Dwell i

19、n some idle brain, .And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless .As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, .The fickle pensioners of Morpheus train.But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy!Hail, divinest Melancholy!Whose saintly visage is too bright

20、To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view Oerlaid with black, staid Wisdoms hue;Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnons sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beautys praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.Yet thou art hig

21、her far descended:Thee bright-haired Vesta long of yore To solitary Saturn bore;His daughter she; in Saturns reign Such mixture was not held a stain.Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Idas inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove.Come, pensive Nun

22、, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn.Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting i

23、n thine eyes:There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Joves altar sing;And add

24、to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure;But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation;And the mute Silence hist along, Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, S

25、moothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently oer the accustomed oak.Sweet bird, that shunnst the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song;And, missing thee,I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven

26、 green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heavens wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered sho

27、re, Swinging slow with sullen roar;Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellmans drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly h

28、arm.Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook;And of those dem

29、ons that are found In fire, air, flood, or underground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element.Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the bus

30、kined stage.But, O sad Virgin! that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower;Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Plutos cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek;Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball,

31、 and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride;And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, W

32、here more is meant than meets the ear.Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited Morn appear, Not tricked and frounced, as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt, But kerchieft in a comely cloud While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves.And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched wa