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John Milton

John Milton

John Milton (1608–1674) was an English poet best known for "Paradise Lost" (1667), an epic poem retelling the biblical story of the Fall of Man. He also wrote "Paradise…

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"My lids with grief were tumid yet,     And still my sullied cheek was wet     With briny dews profusely shed     For venerable Winton dead,2"

"Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood     Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above     Prevenient Grace descending had removd     The st"

"Hail native Language, that by sinews weak     Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,     And mad'st imperfect words with childish tri"

"Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes) Obtigit aethereis ales ab ordinibus. Quid mirum? Leonora tibi si gloria major, Nam tua praesentem vox sona"

"[From Of Reformation in England, 1641.]     Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause     Not thy Conversion, but those rich demains     That"

"A Masque     presented at Ludlow Castle,     1634,     Before The Earl of Bridgewater, then President of Wales.     The Persons     Th"

"Another Leonora1 once inspir'd     Tasso, with fatal love to frenzy fir'd,     But how much happier, liv'd he now, were he,     Pierced with wh"

"Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,     And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie     To seise the widdow'd whore Pluralitie     Fr"

"When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,     Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,     Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load"

"How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,     Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!     My hasting days fly on wtih full career,"

"Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight o"

"How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on wtih full career, But my late spr"

"All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred"

"Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call'd Tragedy. TRAGEDY, as it was antiently compos'd, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most pr"

"METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu'd fro"

"Among the holy Mountains high     Is his foundation fast,     There Seated in his Sanctuary,     His Temple there is plac't.     Sions fair Ga"

"Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,     Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,     Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fir"

"How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth,     Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer !     My hasting dayes flie on with full career,"

"Who sent the Author a poetical epistle, in which he requested that his verses, if not so good as usual, might be excused on account of the many fe"

"Survey my Features, you will own it clear     That little skill has been exerted here.     My Friends, who know me not here smile to see     Ho"

"Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act     Of Satan done in Paradise, and how     Hee in the Serpent had perverted Eve,     Her Husband she"

"Thy Land to favour graciously     Thou hast not Lord been slack,     Thou hast from hard Captivity     Returned Jacob back.     Th' iniquity t"

"A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;     And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;     The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while,"

"Charles and I say it wond'ring thou must know     That I who once assum'd a scornful air,     And scoff'd at love, am fallen in his snare     ("

"Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,     That erst with Musick, and triumphant song     First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,"

"Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno     Through all his grassy vale delights to hear,     Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbea"

"This rich Marble doth enterr     The honour'd Wife of Winchester,     A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,     Besides what her vertues fair"

"Daughter to that good Earl, once President     Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,     Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,     An"

"Hence vain deluding joyes,     The brood of folly without father bred,     How little you bested,     Or fill the fixd mind with all your toye"

"Time, never wand'ring from his annual round,     Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground;     Bleak Winter flies, new verdure clothe"

"High on a Throne of Royal State, which far     Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,     Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand     Sho"

"Lord God that dost me save and keep,     All day to thee I cry;     And all night long, before thee weep     Before thee prostrate lie.     In"

"Be not thou silent now at length     O God hold not thy peace,     Sit not thou still O God of strength     We cry and do not cease.     For l"

"Hail holy light, ofspring of Heavn first-born,     Or of th Eternal Coeternal beam     May I express thee unblamd? since God is light,     A"

"Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear     To outward view, of blemish or of spot;     Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,"

"In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunatly drownd in his Passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion fore"

"Perplexd and troubld at his bad success     The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,     Discoverd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,"

"All night the dreadless Angel unpursud     Through Heavns wide Champain held his way, till Morn,     Wakt by the circling Hours, with rosie h"

"I     Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth,     Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring,     And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth"

"What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones,     The labour of an age in piled Stones,     Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid"

"Purgatorem animae derisit Jacobus ignem,     Et sine quo superum non adeunda domus.     Frenduit hoc trina monstrum Latiale corona     Movit &"

"Praise in old time the sage Prometheus won,     Who stole ethereal radiance from the sun;     But greater he, whose bold invention strove     T"

"Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear     To outward view of blemish or of spot,     Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot"

"Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera     L'avezza giovinetta pastorella     Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella     Che mal si spande a d"

"Descend from Heavn Urania, by that name     If rightly thou art calld, whose Voice divine     Following, above th Olympian Hill I soare,"

"Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud     Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,     Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude     To p"

"How lovely are thy dwellings fair!     O Lord of Hoasts, how dear     The pleasant Tabernacles are!     Where thou do'st dwell so near.     My"

"Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes     Must be my sun, such radiance they display     And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him, whose way     Thr"

"Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora     L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,     Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco     Qual tuo spirto g"

"Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call'd Tragedy.     Tragedy, as it was antiently compos'd, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, an"

"As on a hill-top rude, when closing day     Imbrowns the scene, some past'ral maiden fair     Waters a lovely foreign plant with care,     That"

"Methought I saw my late espoused Saint     Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,     Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,     R"

"My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along     Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy song!     And lik'st that pace expressive of thy cares"

"I     O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted,     Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie,     Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted"

"When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,     In slender Book his vast Design unfold,     Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree,     Rebelling"

"A Peasant to his lord yearly court,     Presenting pippins of so rich a sort     That he, displeased to have a part alone,     Removed the tree"

"So spake the Son of God, and Satan stood     A while as mute confounded what to say,     What to reply, confuted and convinct     Of his weak"

"Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song     First taught our English Musick how to span     Words with just note and accent, not to scan"

"It was the winter wild,     While the heaven-born Child     All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;     Nature in awe to Him     Had doffed"

"Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song     First taught our English music how to span     Words with just note and accent, not to scan"

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