THE NIGHTINGALE. NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love; O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why: Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. JOHN MILTON. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT. |VENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow The triple tyrant; that from these may grow JOHN MILTON. AWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise He who of those delights can judge, and spare E JOHN MILTON. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY (Nov., 1642). APTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms : The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. JOHN MILTON. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF HEN Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, called life, which us from life doth sever. Love led them on; and Faith, who knew them best, JOHN MILTON. |