Here, wandering in scenes that are sacred to night, And often the sun has spent much of his light While a mantle of darkness envelopes the sphere, To me the dark hours are all equally dear, Here I and the beasts of the desert agree; Though little is found in this dreary abode My spirit is soothed by the presence of God, Ye desolate scenes, to your solitude led And scarce know the source of the tears that I shed, There's nothing I seem to have skill to discern; I live, yet I seem myself to be dead; I am nourished without knowing how I am fed, O Love! who in darkness art pleased to abide, That these contrarieties only reside In the soul that is chosen of thee Ah send me not back to the race of mankind, For where, in the crowds I have left, shall I find Here let me, though fixed in a desert, be free, Though lost to the world, if in union with thee FROM THE ENGRAVING BY FINDEN AFTER A DRAWING BY W. HARVEY OF THE ORIGINAL PAINTING BY SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE COMPLIMENTARY POEMS TO MILTON FROM THE LATIN AND ITALIAN THE NEAPOLITAN, JOHN BAPTIST MANSO MARQUIS OF VILLA TO THE ENGLISHMAN, JOHN MILTON WHAT features, form, mien, manners, with a mind Were but thy piety from fault as free, Thou would'st no Angle but an Angel be. AN EPIGRAM ADDRESSED TO THE ENGLISHMAN, JOHN MILTON, A POET WORTHY OF THREE LAURELS, THE GRECIAN, LATIN, AND ETRUSCAN, BY JOHN SALSILLO, OF ROME MELES and Mincio, both, your urns depress! TO JOHN MILTON GREECE, Sound thy Homer's, Rome, thy Virgil's name, SELVAGGI. AN ODE ADDRESSED TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS ENGLISHMAN, MR. JOHN MILTON, BY SIGNOR ANTONIO FRANCINI, GENTLEMAN OF FLORENCE EXALT me, Clio, to the skies, That I may form a starry crown In laureate garlands of renown: To nobler worth be brighter glory given, And to a heavenly mind a recompense from heaven. Time's wasteful hunger cannot prey Nor can oblivion steal away Its record graven in the heart; Lodge but an arrow, virtue, on the bow That binds my lyre, and death shall be a vanquished foe. In Ocean's blazing flood enshrined, She teems with heroes that to glory rise With more than human force in our astonished eyes. To virtue driven from other lands And by true virtue prove thy virtues' praise a truth. Zeuxis, all energy and flame, Set ardent forth in his career; To make his image to her beauty true From the collected fair each sovereign charm he drew. The bee, with subtlest skill endued, And various chords consent in one harmonious sound. |