The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems (11 page)

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Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel

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That
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even to his last breath (there be that say’t)

As
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he were pressed to death,
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he cried, “More weight!”

But had his doings lasted as they were

He had been an immortal carrier.
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Obedient to the moon, he spent his date
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In course reciprocal,
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and had his fate

Linked to the mutual flowing of the seas,

Yet (strange to think) his wain
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was his increase.

His letters are delivered all and gone,

Only remains this superscription.
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AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER

 

1631

 

This rich marble doth inter
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The honored wife of Winchester,
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A Viscount’s daughter,
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an Earl’s heir,
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Besides what her virtues fair

Added to her noble birth,

More than she could own from earth.

Summers three times eight save one

She had told
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—alas, too soon,

And so short time of breath,

To house
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with darkness and with death.

Yet had the number of her days

Been as complete as was her praise,

Nature and Fate had had no strife

In giving limit to her life.

Her high birth and her graces sweet

Quickly found a lover meet;
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The virgin choir for her request

The god that sits at marriage feast.
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He at their invoking came

But with a scarce well-lighted flame,
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And in his garland as he stood

Ye might discern a cypress bud.
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Once had the early matrons run

To greet her of a lovely son,
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And now with second hope she goes,

And calls Lucina
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to her throes.
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But whether by mischance or blame

Atropos
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for Lucina came,

And with remorseless cruelty

Spoiled at once both fruit and tree:

The hapless babe before his birth

Had burial, yet not laid in earth,

And the languished mother’s womb

Was not long a living tomb.
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So have I seen some tender slip
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Saved with care from winter’s nip,

The pride of her carnation train,
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Plucked up by some unheedy
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swain
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Who only thought to crop
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the flower

New shot up from vernal
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shower.

But the fair blossom hangs the head

Sideways as on a dying bed,

And those pearls of dew she wears

Prove to be presaging
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tears

Which the sad morn had let fall

On her hastening funeral.

Gentle lady, may thy grave

Peace and quiet ever have.

After this, thy travail sore,

Sweet rest seize thee evermore,

That to give the world increase

Shortened hast thy own life’s lease.

Here besides the sorrowing

That thy noble house doth bring,

Here be tears of perfect moan

Wept for thee in Helicon,
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And some flowers and some bays
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For thy hearse to strew the ways,
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Sent thee from the banks of Came,
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Devoted to thy virtuous name,

Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sitt’st in glory,

Next her much like to thee in story,

That fair Syrian shepherdess
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Who after years of barrenness

The highly-favored Joseph bore

To him that served for her before,
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And at her next birth, much like thee,

Through pangs fled to felicity,
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Far within the bosom bright

Of blazing Majesty and Light.

There with thee, new-welcome Saint,

Like fortunes may her soul acquaint,

With thee there clad in radiant sheen,

No Marchioness, but now a Queen.

 

L’ALLEGRO
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1631?

 

Hence, loathèd melancholy,

Of Cerberus
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and blackest midnight born,

In Stygian
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cave forlorn

Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!

Find out some uncouth
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cell
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Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,

And the night-raven sings.

There under ebon shades and low-browed
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rocks

As ragged as thy locks,

In dark Cimmerian
446
desert ever dwell.

 

But come thou, goddess fair and free,

In Heaven yclept
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Euphrosyne,
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And by men heart-easing mirth,

Whom lovely Venus at a birth

With two sister Graces more

To ivy-crownèd Bacchus bore—

Or whether (as some, sager, sing)

The frolic wind that breathes
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the spring,

Zephyr with Aurora playing,

As he met her once a-Maying,

There on beds of violets blue

And fresh-blown roses washed in dew,

Filled her with thee, a daughter fair,

So buxom,
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blithe,
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and debonair.
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Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee

Jest and youthful jollity,

Quips and cranks,
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and wanton wiles,
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Nods, and becks,
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and wreathèd smiles

Such as hang on Hebe’s
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cheek

And love to live in dimple sleek,

Sport
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that wrinkled care derides,

And laughter, holding both its sides.

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 honor due,

Mirth, admit me of thy crew

To live with her, and live with thee,

In unreprovèd
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pleasures free,

To hear the lark begin his flight

And, singing, startle the dull
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night

From his watch-tower in the skies,

Till the dappled
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dawn doth rise,

Then to come, in spite of sorrow,

And at my window bid good-morrow

Through the sweet-briar, or the vine,

Or the twisted eglantine,

While the cock, with lively din,

Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
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And to the stack
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or the barn door

Stoutly
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fierce struts his dames before.
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Oft listening how the hounds and horn

Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn

From the side of some hoar
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hill,

Through the high wood echoing shrill.

Sometime walking not unseen
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By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,

Right against the eastern gate

Where the great
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sun begins his state,
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Robed in flames and amber light,

The clouds in thousand liveries
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dight,
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While the ploughman, near at hand,

Whistles o’er the furrowed land,

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