John Milton Poem

Sabrina Fair

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Sabrina fair,
——Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
——In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
——Listen for dear honour’s sake,
——Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!

——Listen and appear to us,
——In name of great Oceanus,
——By the earth-shaking Neptune’s mace,
——And Tethys’ grave majestic pace;
——By hoary Nereus’ wrinkled look,
——And the Carpathian wizard’s hook;
——By scaly Triton’s winding shell,
——And old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell;
——By Leucothea’s lovely hands,
——And her son that rules the strands;
——By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,
——And the songs of Sirens sweet;
——By dead Parthenope’s dear tomb,
——And fair Ligea’s golden comb,
——Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks
——Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
——By all the nymphs that nightly dance
——Upon thy streams with wily glance,—
——Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
——From thy coral-paven bed,
——And bridle in thy headlong wave,
——Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen and save!

Sabrina fair,
——Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
——In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
——Listen for dear honour’s sake,
——Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!

——Listen and appear to us,
——In name of great Oceanus,
——By the earth-shaking Neptune’s mace,
——And Tethys’ grave majestic pace;
——By hoary Nereus’ wrinkled look,
——And the Carpathian wizard’s hook;
——By scaly Triton’s winding shell,
——And old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell;
——By Leucothea’s lovely hands,
——And her son that rules the strands;
——By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,
——And the songs of Sirens sweet;
——By dead Parthenope’s dear tomb,
——And fair Ligea’s golden comb,
——Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks
——Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
——By all the nymphs that nightly dance
——Upon thy streams with wily glance,—
——Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
——From thy coral-paven bed,
——And bridle in thy headlong wave,
——Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen and save!

Rivers Arise
The Feast and noon grew high, and Sacrifice

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