John Milton–Happy 400th!


(from Il Penseroso)
There let the pealing Organ blow,
To the full voic’d Quire below,
In Service high, and Anthems cleer,
As may with sweetnes, through mine ear,

Dissolve me into extasies,
And bring all Heav’n before mine eyes.

And may at last my weary age

Find out the peacefull hermitage,
The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell,

Where I may sit and rightly spell,
Of every Star that Heav’n doth shew,

And every Herb that sips the dew;

Till old experience do attain
To somthing like Prophetic strain.

These pleasures Melancholy give,
And I with thee will choose to live.

John Milton (b. 9 December 1608)


~ by matt on 9 December 2008.

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