Irreverent Milton

In Milton style, I will take some perfectly sensible, simple stuff, and add in as many words as possible (some of which make no sense)  so that one will need a degree (make that a doctorate) in ancient literature to decipher.

So, I shall take this:

Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short, and his tail cut long,
Oh where, oh where is he?

And rewrite it a la Milton (explanations to some of the more incongruous words follow):

Like clouds that over yon mountain
Have cleaved their way  and n’er seen again
To fill my heart with woe. No less than the Algea,*
or Oizys,* I fear to reach the wretched Penthos.*
Yeah, I search for the spirit small,
Who brought all manner of mirth and joy,
Like Kharites* frollicking over Shepherds’ glen,
Beneath Jove’s heavenly jollity. 
Again, I beseach, oh ceraphs heavenly
Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
That ran in days of yore in yonder fields 
Frolicking amongst the  wheat sheaves shorn.
And purple Lupines, and  white crowned Daisies,
Nodding buds of bashful lilac Cyclamen,
Carmine-hued Buttercups, and titian Poppies, 
All mourning now for he is come no more. 
I lament to heavens, my plea n’er ending,
Oh where, Zeus above, cans’t though not see
Oh where, oh where my little doggie be?
And for him that knowest not 
The precious urchin’s countenance
Pray listen to enlightened day:
For he can eat of hidden manna,*
And receive his new milky crag* 
With epithet* of new — no matter
That when babe no less, were 
Hewn sweet aural appendages
In manner of the fashion there. 
But cynosura* had he, not decurtate* 
Yet flowing like Pegausus’ wagger,
And though not as the Ouroborus,*
It waved and caught the whisking zephyrs
Waving high like of Thesus’s* ships. 
Pray, search for me, for I am broke of heart
And dismal future thinks me not to part
For I cans’t live without my doggie wee, 
Oh, where, oh where is he? 

First of all, don’t think I “knew” all this stuff. I just Googled “tails in Greek literature” or whatever, to see what I could come across. Made much use of  the Thesaurus too! I also made up some words. Why not?

THE ALGEA were the spirits (daimones) of pain and suffering (of both body and mind), grief, sorrow and distress. They were the bringers of weeping and tears.

The Algea were related to Oizys, the milder spirit of misery and sadness, and Penthos the god of mourning and lamentation.

Their opposite number were Hedone (Pleasure) and the Kharites (Joys).

He that has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says unto the churches; To him that overcomes will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knows except him who receives it. (REVELATIONS  2:17)

Crag – stone

Cynosura – dog’s tail: according to folk etymology and the myth, Kynosoura is from κυνὸς οὐρά “dog’s tail.

Decurtate – (obsolete) to shorten

Ouroboros –  a tail-eating snake

Theseus’s ships – sails aloft

Other words….look ’em up.
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