L'ALLEGRO.

HENCE, 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 jealous wings,

And the night raven sings:

There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,

As ragged as thy locks,

In dark cimmerian desert ever dwell. VTh6rWjI7rLeZscqLfcihZMaOREME95v0uG+pQ1+ldxsKZ14d8byh+Muko0IPse5