1766 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

John Milton

Robert Andrews of Bridgenorth, "On losing my Pocket MIlton at Luss near Ben Lomond, and other Mountains" Odes (1766) 6-7/



Luss! Be for ever sunk beneath
Ben's horrours piled around!
Sun's livening ray ne'er pierce thy gloom!
Thy hideous deep be drain'd!
Fishes be turn'd t' infernal snakes!
Boatswain to Cerberus!
Mouth of th' Avernian Gulf be thou!
Its mortal damp thy air!
All o'er thy plains Vulcanos thick
Their burning sands disgorge!
Birds never trill their swelling chaunt!
Not roam the humming bee!
Herds never graze, nor sheep nor goat!
Nor play the shepherd's lute!
Crags other echo ne'er repeat
Than dismal Furies' yell!
Swift on a Morning-Ray then lo!
The airy sandal'd God,
Mercury came, and smiling, I
Thy Pillow's Treasure stole.
Milton no more be Fancy's Fount
Of Borrow'd Ecstacies.
Phoebus ordain'd: presenting see
The Laurel never fear.