John Milton @L' Allegro @pastoral poem @joyful man @UPTGT @English @competition @TGT @NET @LT Il

John Milton @L' Allegro @pastoral poem @joyful man @UPTGT @English @competition @TGT @NET @LT Il 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; But come thou goddess fair and free, In heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Come, and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew ….. To hear the lark begin his flight, Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, …… While the cock with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, While the ploughman near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, While the ploughman near at hand, जब हल चलाने वाला पास ही। Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures ….. Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Towers, and battlements it sees मीनारें और किलेबंदी देखता है Bosom'd high in tufted trees, जो ऊंचाई पर स्थित हैं घने पेड़ों के बीच, Where perhaps some beauty lies, जहाँ शायद कोई सुंदरता छिपी हुई है, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes. The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, जब खुशी से बजती हुई घंटियाँ चारों ओर गूंजेंगी, ….. To many a youth, and many a maid, With stories told of many a feat, How Faery Mab the junkets eat, She was pinch'd and pull'd she said, And he by friar's lanthorn led, Then to the well-trod stage anon, फिर प्रसिद्ध मंच पर शीघ्र ही, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. Such strains as would have won the ear ऐसी ध्वनियाँ जो कानों (people) को आकर्षित कर सके ……. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live.