Sonnet I: To the Nightingale
O Nightingale! that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover’s heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,
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.
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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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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…
Sonnet XIV: On the Religious Memory of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646
When Faith and Love, which parted from… Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with… Meekly thou didst resign this earthly lo… Of death, called life, which us from lif… Thy works, and alms, and all thy good en…
