Ii PENSEROSOI There held in holy paffion Rill, Forget thyfelf to marble, till With a fad leaden downward calf Thou fix them on the earth as fart : And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Faft, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Mules in a ring Ay round about Jove's altar Ping : And add to thefe retired Leifure, That in trim gardens takes his pleafure ; But firft, and chiefeft, with thee bring, Him that you foars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hilt along, 'Lefs Philomel will deign a fong, In her fweeteft, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brovg of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accuftom'd oak; Sweet bird that thunn'It the noife of folly, Moft mufical, molt melancholy ! Thee chauntrefs oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-fong ; And milling thee, I walk unfeen On the dry fmooth-(haven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her higheft noon, Like one that had been led affray Through the Heav'n's wide pathlefs way, And oft, as if her head fhe bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of riling ground, I hear the far-off Curfeu found, Over fome wide-water'd share, -451. 45 55 70 75 Swinging
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