JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. (Nov. 1642.) CAPTAIN or Colonel, or knight in arms, JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms; He can requite thee; for he knows the charms And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower; The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS. CATHARINE JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. WHEN Faith and Love which parted from thee never; Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Of Death, called Life; which us from Life doth sever. But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best, JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT. AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans To Heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow The triple tyrant; that from these may grow Early may fly the Babylonian woe. ON HIS BLINDNESS. JOHN WHEN I consider how my light is spent MILTON. 1608-1674. Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?' That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, |