On Shakespear poem – John Milton poems
What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow’d reliques should be hid Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need’st thou such weak witnes of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy […]
On His Deceased Wife poem – John Milton poems
METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu’d from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint, Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once […]
On His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, “Doth God exact day-labour, […]
Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint poem – John Milton poems
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave, Who Jove’s great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu’d from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once […]
Lycidas poem – John Milton poems
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to […]
Light poem – John Milton poems
HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born, Or of th’ Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear’st thou rather pure Ethereal stream, Whose Fountain who shall tell? before […]
L’Allegro poem – John Milton poems
Hence, loathed Melancholy, …………Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn …………’Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, …………Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; …………There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, …………In dark Cimmerian desert ever […]
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Il Penseroso poem – John Milton poems
Hence, vain deluding Joys, …………The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested …………Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, …………And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless …………As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, …………The fickle […]
Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity poem – John Milton poems
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav’n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to him Had doff’t her gawdy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour. Only with speeches fair She woo’s […]
How Soon Hath Time poem – John Milton poems
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on wtih full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth […]
From ‘Samson Agonistes’ i poem – John Milton poems
OH how comely it is and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the hands of thir deliverer Puts invincible might To quell the mighty of the Earth, th’ oppressour, The brute and boist’rous force of violent men Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power, but raging to […]
From ‘Arcades’ poem – John Milton poems
O’RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the warbled string. Under the shady roof Of branching Elm Star-proof, Follow me, I will bring you where she sits Clad in splendor as befits Her deity. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not […]
Comus poem – John Milton poems
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS. COMUS, with his Crew. The LADY. FIRST BROTHER. SECOND BROTHER. SABRINA, the Nymph. The Chief Persons which presented were:— The Lord Brackley; Mr. […]
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began poem – John Milton poems
Hail native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak, And mad’st imperfect words with childish tripps, Half unpronounc’t, slide through my infant-lipps, Driving dum silence from the portal dore, Where he had mutely sate two years before: Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask, That now I […]
At A Solemn Musick poem – John Milton poems
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy, Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce, And to our high-rais’d phantasie present, That undisturbed Song of pure content, Ay sung before the saphire-colour’d throne To him that sits theron With […]
Arcades poem – John Milton poems
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of State with this Song. I. SONG. Look Nymphs, and Shepherds look, What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we […]
Another On The Same poem – John Milton poems
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to decay Untill his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime ‘Gainst […]
An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester poem – John Milton poems
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour’d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. Summers three times eight save one She had told, alas too soon, After so short time of breath, To house with […]
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare poem – John Milton poems
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of Memory, great heir of Fame, What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thy […]
Ode to Wine
Ode to Wine A Sonnet by Fledermaus My fragrant wine, you make me write. I love the way you amuse me and inspire, You screw my mind through day and night, You are the spirit of my lyre. Let me compare you to a smooth cherry? You are by far more aromatic Ice bites […]
On Beer
Be it Pilsner or IPA Drink before it’s gotten stale If the stuff is German lager Know that lager is a camp And unless you’re a beer blogger German camps tend to be quite damp And let’s be honest, frank and bold They don’t serve there apple juice Those places can even turn quite cold […]
Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
Ode to Beer D’oh, the stuff that buys me beer ray, the guy that sells me beer me, the guy who drinks the beer far, the distance from my beer so, I think I’ll have a beer la, la la la la la beer Tea, no thanks I’m drinking beer and it brings us back […]
Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
A Poem about Beer Whose beer is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh, and cry hello. He gives his beer a shake, And laughs until his belly aches. The only other sound’s the break, Of distant snakes and […]
An Ode to Beer
An Ode to Beer A Sonnet for the month of January, a poem about beer by Fledermausi My joyful beer, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you set free and delight, Invading my mind both the day and night, Always dreaming about the idiosyncrasy. Let me compare you to a […]
Letters to the Otherworld
I write letters to you though you’re in the Otherworld I type your name in the search box of the browser I know, you’ve left this sick demented world But I keep writing till I am tired, till I get drowsy I know there’ll be no response from you, because there can’t be any I […]
Sonnet III: With how sad steps by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet III: With how sad steps by Sir Philip Sidney With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel’st […]
Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed; But known worth did in mine of time proceed, Till by degrees it had full conquest got: I saw and liked, I liked but loved not; […]
Sonnet I: Loving In Truth by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet I: Loving In Truth by Sir Philip Sidney Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain: Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain; I sought fit words to paint […]
Song from Arcadia by Sir Philip Sidney
Song from Arcadia by Sir Philip Sidney My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one, My heart in him […]
Song by Sir Philip Sidney
Song by Sir Philip Sidney Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature’s sweetest light; A light which doth dissever And yet unite the eyes, A light which, dying never, Is cause the looker dies. She never dies, but lasteth In life of lover’s heart; […]
Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney
Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth […]
Sir Philip Sidney; Astrophel and Stella: XXIII by Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney; Astrophel and Stella: XXIII by Sir Philip Sidney The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long-settl’d eyes, Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With idle pains and missing aim do guess. Some, that know how my spring I did address, Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge […]
Ring Out Your Bells by Sir Philip Sidney
Ring Out Your Bells by Sir Philip Sidney Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead– All love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain; Worth, as nought worth, rejected, And Faith fair scorn doth gain. From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzy, From them that use […]
Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant by Sir Philip Sidney
Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant by Sir Philip Sidney The heavenly frame sets forth the fame Of him that only thunders; The firmament, so strangely bent, Shows his handworking wonders. Day unto day doth it display, Their course doth it acknowledge, And night to night succeeding right In darkness teach clear knowledge. There is no speech, […]
Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney
Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making, And, mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth, For Tereus’ force on her […]
Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney
Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of my pain, —Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain— […]
Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney
Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that […]
Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace by Sir Philip Sidney
Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace by Sir Philip Sidney Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the press […]
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX by Sir Philip Sidney Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair […]