Lycidas
 Quote:
And, when they list, their lean and fleshy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, 125
But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread;
Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw
Daily devours apace, and nothing said.


I clinged to Milton because his poetry is so "melodious" it sort of asks to be set to music and this one I mentionend is a two CD's long a beautiful upliftng experience. Starting with:
"Hence, loathed melancholy" and ending two CD's later with "Thy
pleasures, Moderation give,".

Not one scrannel bit in it.(sorry . I'm not doing the music review , but I recommend it as a lift for low energy.