John Milton @Il Penseroso @Poem @UPTGT @LT @LIterature @English @TGT @NET @learnenglishwithanuj

John Milton @Il Penseroso @Poem @UPTGT @LT @LIterature @English @TGT @NET ‪@learnenglishwithanuj‬ @Il Penseroso was written in 1631. @The Poems of Mr. John Milton both English and Latin, compos'd at several times. One of the most direct influences on “L’Allegro” and “Il Penseroso” is Shakespeare’s comedy A Midsummer Night’s Dream. @It was written in rhymed octosyllabics. @Hence vain deluding Joys, @The brood of Folly without father bred, @How little you bestead, @Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; @Dwell in some idle brain, @But hail thou goddess, sage and holy, @Hail divinest Melancholy, @Whose saintly visage is too bright @To hit the sense of human sight; @Yet thou art higher far descended, @Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore, @To solitary Saturn bore; @His daughter she (in Saturn's reign, @Such mixture was not held a stain) @He met her, and in secret shades @While yet there was no fear of Jove. @Come pensive nun, devout and pure, @Sober, stedfast, and demure, @All in a robe of darkest grain, @Flowing with majestic train, @The speaker says that I walk …. @To behold the wand'ring Moon, @Riding near her highest noon, @Like one that had been led astray @Through the heav'ns wide pathless way; @I hear the far-off curfew sound, @The weather doesn’t allow him to walk in nature, but he wishes. @Or if the air will not permit, @Some still removed place will fit, @The speaker needs the watchman's call to keep the house safe from harm at night. @Or the bellman's drowsy charm, @To bless the doors from nightly harm. @Or let my lamp at midnight hour, @या मै lamp के साथ आधी रात के समय, @Be seen in some high lonely tow'r, @Where I may oft out-watch 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 @The speaker allows themselves to indulge in the allure of tragic performances. @Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy @In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by, @Presenting Thebes', or Pelop's line, @Or the tale of Troy divine, @Or what (though rare) of later age, @Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. @And may at last my weary age @Find out the peaceful hermitage, @The hairy gown and mossy cell, @Where I may sit and rightly spell @These pleasures, Melancholy, give, @And I with thee will choose to live.