Contents
-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
John Milton. (1608–1674). Complete Poems. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Index to First Lines
- A book was writ of late called Tetrachordon
- A little onward lend thy guiding hand
- All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued
- As one who, in his journey, bates at noon,
- Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones
- Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord
- Before the starry threshold of Jove’s court
- Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy
- Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms
- Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
- Cyriack, this three years’ day these eyes, though clear
- Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
- Daughter to that good Earl, one President
- Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name
- Erewhile of music, and ethereal mirth
- Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings
- Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race
- Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born!
- Hail, Native Language, that by sinews weak
- Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song
- Hence, loathèd Melancholy
- Hence, vain deluding Joys
- Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt
- Here lieth one who did most truly prove
- High on a throne of royal state, which far
- How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth
- I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
- I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
- Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth
- Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
- Let us with a gladsome mind
- Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look!
- Meanwhile the hainous and despiteful act
- Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained
- Methought I saw my late espoused saint
- No more of talk where God or Angel Guest
- Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
- Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger
- O fairest Flower, no sooner blown but blasted
- O for that warning voice, which he who saw
- Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit first disobedience, and the fruit
- O Nightingale that on yon blooming spray
- Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
- So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
- The Angel ended, and in Adam’s ear
- This is the month, and this the happy morn
- This rich marble doth inter
- Thus they, in lowliest, plight, repentant stood
- Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old
- What needs my Shakespeare, for his honoured bones
- When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never
- When I consider how my light is spent
- When the blest seed of Terah’s faithful Son
- Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright
- Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more
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