There entertain him all the saints above, Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, 1638. 180 185 190 WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY Captain or colonel or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, 5 He can requite thee; for he knows the charms The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground; and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. 1642. ARET 1645. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY ΙΟ Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Killed with report that old man eloquent; 1645. 5 ΤΟ ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs When straight a barbarous noise environs me 1673. 5 10 TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 ON THE PROPOSALS OF CERTAIN MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR PROPAGATION OF THE GOSPEL Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crownèd Fortune proud Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath; yet much remains To conquer still! Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new fees arise, Threat'ning to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw. 1652. 1694 5 ΙΟ ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold To heav'n. Their martyred blood and ashes sow 1672. ON HIS BLINDNESS When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent 5 ΙΟ 5 That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait." 1655? 1673. TO MR. CYRIACK SKINNER UPON HIS BLINDNESS Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. ΙΟ ΤΟ 5 1655. 1694. TO MR. LAWRENCE Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10 5 Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare 1656? 1673. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, And such as yet once more I trust to have Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight So clear as in no face with more delight. I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. 1658? FROM PARADISE LOST BOOK I Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Brought death into the world, and all our woe, Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, 5 Sing, heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb or of Sinai didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth ΙΟ Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar |