Psalm 87
Among the holy Mountains high
Is his foundation fast,
There Seated in his Sanctuary,
His Temple there is plac’t.
Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more
Then all the dwellings faire
Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
And all within his care.
City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;
I mention Egypt, where proud Kings
Did our forefathers yoke,
I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:
But twise that praise shall in our ear
Be said of Sion last
This and this man was born in her,
High God shall fix her fast.
The Lord shall write it in a Scrowle
That ne’re shall be out-worn
When he the Nations doth enrowle
That this man there was born.
Both they who sing, and they who dance
With sacred Songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance
And all my fountains clear.
Altre opere di John Milton...
At a Vacation Exercise in the Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. the Latin Speeches Ended, the English Thus Began
Hail native Language, that by sinews we… Didst move my first endeavouring tongue… And mad’st imperfect words with childish… Half unpronounc’t, slide through my infa… Driving dum silence from the portal dore…
Paradise Lost: Book I
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the F… Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal ta… Brought Death into the World, and all o… With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Sea…
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On the University Carrier Who Sickn’D in the Time of His Vacancy, Being Forbid to Go to London, by Reason of the Plague
Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke… And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt… Or els the ways being foul, twenty to on… He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthr… ’Twas such a shifter, that if truth were…
