Read The Annotated Milton: Complete English Poems Online
Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel
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Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,
For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,
Sunk though he be beneath the wat’ry floor!
So sinks the day-star
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in the ocean bed
And yet anon
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repairs
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his drooping head
And tricks
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his beams, and with new spangled ore
1218
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves!
Where other groves and other streams along
With nectar pure his oozy
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locks he laves
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And hears the unexpressive
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nuptial song
In the blest kingdoms meek, of joy and love.
There entertain him all the saints above,
In solemn
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troops,
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and sweet societies
1224
That sing, and singing in their glory move,
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And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more!
Henceforth thou art the genius
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of the shore
In thy large
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recompense,
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and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.
While the still morn went out with sandals gray.
He touched the tender stops of various quills,
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With eager thought warbling his Doric
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lay.
And now the sun had stretched out
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all the hills,
And now was dropped into the western bay.
At last he rose and twitched
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his mantle blue:
Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, BOOK ONE
1646–48?
Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa, rendered almost word for word, without rhyme, according to the Latin measure,
1235
as near as the [English] language will permit.
What slender youth, bedewed with liquid odors,
Courts
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thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha? For whom bind’st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain
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in thy neatness?
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O how oft shall he
On faith and changèd gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Who now enjoys thee credulous
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all gold?
Who always vacant,
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always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful? Hapless
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they
To whom thou, untried,
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seem’st fair. Me in my vowed
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Picture
1246
the sacred wall declares t’ have hung
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My dank and drooping weeds
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To the stern god of sea.
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE, UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT
1647?
Because you have thrown off your prelate
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lord
To seize the widowed whore, plurality
1252
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorred,
Dare ye for this adjure
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the civil sword
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic
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hierarchy
Men whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul
Must now be named and printed heretics
By shallow Edwards
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and Scotch what d’ye call.
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But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packings, worse than those of Trent,
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That so the Parliament
May with their wholesome and preventive shears
Clip your phylactries
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(though bauk
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your ears),
And succor our just fears
When they shall read this clearly in your charge:
New presbyter is but old priest writ large.
PSALMS 1–8
1262
August 1653
1
Blessed is the man who hath not walked astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i’ th’ way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great
Jehovah’s Law is ever his delight,
And in His Law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which, planted, grows
By wat’ry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff
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which fanned
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The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
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In judgment, or abide
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their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’ upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin
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must.
2
Why do the gentiles
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tumult,
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and the nations
With power, and princes in their congregations
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Lay deep their plots together, through each land,
Against the Lord and His Messiah dear.
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand,
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords. He who in Heav’n doth dwell
Speak to them in His wrath, and in His fell
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Anointed hath my King (though ye rebel)
On Sion, my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare. The Lord to me hath said
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
This day. Ask of me, and the grant is made.
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Th’ heathen, and as thy conquest (to be swayed
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)
Earth’s utmost bounds. Them shalt thou bring full low,