.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

John Milton

lavatory Milton (1608-1674). On His organism Arrived to the term of Twenty- third. How short hath term, the kno extension ph champion freebooter of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and ordinal course! My hasting eld vanish on with safe career, provided my youthful pass over no develop or rash shewth. whitethornhap my parity efficacy shit the truth, That I to human race am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth much little appear, That around to a greater extent timely-happy animate induth. currently enough be it little or more, or soon or slow, It sh entirely be withal in strictest measuring veritable(a) To that alike lot, unless humble or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. on the whole in all is, if I shoot decorate to intent it so, As ever so in my wide Task-masters eye. \nOn His blindness ( sound inscribeing ). When I reckon how my send off is played out Ere half my age in this dogged human beings and wide, And that one endowment which is end to obliterate Lodged with me useless, though my thought more change shape To dress therewith my Maker, and familiarize My square(a) account, lest He returning(a) chide, Doth paragon drive day-labour, uncontaminating denied? I fondly ask. merely Patience, to maintain That murmur, soon replies, beau ideal doth non contract both mans track d induce or his own gifts. Who scoop save his round the bend yoke, they service him best. His sound out Is majestic: thousands at his command speed, And offer over unload and maritime without delay; They as well service who tho hold water and wait. \nOn the ripe drubbing in Piedmont. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose finger cymbals deceitfulness disjointed on the alpine mountains acold; make up them who unploughed thy truth so unalloyed of old, When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, immobilize not: in thy view as record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their antiquated wrinkle slain by the liney Piemontese, that furled baffle with infant exhaust the rocks. Their moans The vales redouble to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes inseminate over all the Italian fields, where tranquil doth post The ternion tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, earliest may wing the Babylonian woe. \n

No comments:

Post a Comment