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Song on May Morning - John Milton, The Poetical Works of John Milton 
The Poetical Works of John Milton, edited after the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. Beeching M.A. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1900).
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- Miscellaneous Poems.
- On the Morning of Christs Nativity.
- The Hymn.
- A Paraphrase On Psalm 114.
- Psalm 136.
- The Passion.
- On Time.
- Upon the Circumcision.
- At a Solemn Musick.
- An Epitaph On the Marchioness of Winchester.
- Song On May Morning
- Another On the Same.
- Il Penseroso.
- A Maske Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634: On Michaelmasse Night, Before the Right Honorable, Iohn Earle of Bridgewater, Vicount Brackly, Lord Præsident of Wales, and One of His Maiesties Most Honorable Privie Counsell.
- Poems Added In the 1673 Edition.
- Anno Aetatis 17. On the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough.
- Anno Aetatis 19. At a Vacation Exercise In the Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. the Latin Speeches Ended, the English Thus Began.
- The Fifth Ode of Horace. Lib. I.
- On the New Forcers of Conscience Under the Long Parliament.
- On the Lord Gen. Fairfax At the Seige of Colchester.
- To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652.
- To S R Henry Vane the Younger.
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness.
- Psal. I. Done Into Verse, 1653.
- April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms Done Into Metre, Wherein All But What Is In a Different Character, Are the Very Words of the Text, Translated From the Original.
- Passages From Prose Writings.
- A Collection of Passages Translated In the Prose Writings.
- Joanni Miltoni
- Elegiarum Liber Primus.
- Sylvarum Liber.
- Paradise Lost.
- Book I.
- Book II.
- Book III.
- Book IV.
- Book V.
- Book VI.
- Book VII.
- Book VIII.
- Book IX.
- Book X.
- Book XI.
- Book XII.
- Paradise Regaind. a Poem.
- The First Book.
- The Second Book.
- The Third Book.
- The Fourth Book.
- Samson Agonistes, a Dramatic Poem.
- ( a ): Specimen of Milton’s Spelling, From the Cambridge Autograph Manuscript.
- ( B ): Note of a Few Readings In the Same Manuscript.
- ( C ) Erratum
- On May morning.
- Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,
- Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
- The Flowry May, who from her green lap throws
- The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
- Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
- Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
- Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
- Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
- Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
- And welcom thee, and wish thee long.10
- On Shakespear. 1630.
- What my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones,
- The labour of an age in piled Stones,
- Or that his hallow’d reliques should be hid
- Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
- Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame,
- What need’st thou such witnes of thy name?
- Thou in our wonder and astonishment
- Hast built thy self a Monument.
- For whilst to th’shame of slow-endeavouring art,
- Thy easie numbers flow, and that each 10
- Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu’d Book,
- Those Delphick lines with deep impression took,
- Then thou our fancy of self bereaving,
- Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving;
- And so Sepulcher’d in such pomp dost lie,
- That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.
On Shakespear. Reprinted 1632 in the second folio Shakespeare: Title] An epitaph on the admirable dramaticke poet W. Shakespeare
- On the University Carrier who
sickn’d in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the Plague.
- Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt,
- And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
- Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,
- He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
- ’Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
- Death was half glad when he had got him down;
- For he had any time this ten yeers full,
- Dodg’d with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
- And surely, Death could never have prevail’d,
- Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail’d;10
- But lately finding him so long at home,
- And thinking now his journeys end was come,
- And that he had tane up his latest Inne,
- In the kind office of a Chamberlin
- Shew’d him his room where he must lodge that night,
- Pull’d off his Boots, and took away the light:
- If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
- Hobson has supt, and’s newly gon to bed.