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Arcades. - 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
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of State with this Song.
- Look Nymphs, and Shepherds look,
- What sudden blaze of majesty
- Is that which we from hence descry
- Too divine to be mistook:
- This this is she
- To whom our vows and wishes bend,
- Heer our solemn search hath end.
- Fame that her high worth to raise,
- Seem’d erst so lavish and profuse,
- We may justly now accuse10
- Of detraction from her praise,
- Less then half we find exprest,
- Envy bid conceal the rest.
- Mark what radiant state she spreds,
- In circle round her shining throne,
- Shooting her beams like silver threds,
- This this is she alone,
- Sitting like a Goddes bright,
- In the center of her light,
- Might she the wise Latona be,20
- Or the towred Cybele,
- Mother of a hunderd gods;
- Juno dare’s not give her odds;
- Who had thought this clime had held
- A deity so unparalel’d?
As they com forward, the genius of the Wood appears, and turning toward them, speaks.
- Gen. Stay gentle Swains, for though in this disguise,
- I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes,
- Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung
- Of that renowned flood, so often sung,
- Divine Alpheus, who by secret sluse,30
- Stole under Seas to meet his Arethuse;
- And ye the breathing Roses of the Wood,
- Fair silver-buskind Nymphs as great and good,
- I know this quest of yours, and free intent
- Was all in honour and devotion ment
- To the great Mistres of yon princely shrine,
- Whom with low reverence I adore as mine,
- And with all helpful service will comply
- To further this nights glad solemnity;
- And lead ye where ye may more neer behold40
- What shallow-searching Fame hath left untold;
- Which I full oft amidst these shades alone
- Have sate to wonder at, and gaze upon:
- For know by lot from Jove I am the powr
- Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak’n bowr,
- To nurse the Saplings tall, and curl the grove
- With Ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.
- And all my Plants I save from nightly ill,
- Of noisom winds, and blasting vapours chill.
- And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew,50
- And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew,
- Or what the cross dire-looking Planet smites,
- Or hurtfull Worm with canker’d venom bites.
- When Eev’ning gray doth rise, I fetch my round
- Over the mount, and all this hallow’d ground,
- And early ere the odorous breath of morn
- Awakes the slumbring leaves, or tasseld horn
- Shakes the high thicket, haste I all about,
- Number my ranks, and visit every sprout
- With puissant words, and murmurs made to bless,60
- But els in deep of night when drowsines
- Hath lockt up mortal sense, then listen I
- To the celestial Sirens harmony,
- That sit upon the nine enfolded Sphears,
- And sing to those that hold the vital shears,
- And turn the Adamantine spindle round,
- On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
- Such sweet compulsion doth in musick ly,
- To lull the daughters of Necessity,
- And keep unsteddy Nature to her law,70
- And the low world in measur’d motion draw
- After the heavenly tune, which none can hear
- Of human mould with grosse unpurged ear;
- And yet such musick worthiest were to blaze
- The peerles height of her immortal praise,
- Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
- If my inferior hand or voice could hit
- Inimitable sounds, yet as we go,
- What ere the skill of lesser gods can show,
- I will assay, her worth to celebrate,80
- And so attend ye toward her glittering state;
- Where ye may all that are of noble stemm
- Approach, and kiss her sacred vestures hemm.
- O’re the smooth enameld green
- Where no print of step hath been,
- Follow me as I sing,
- And touch the warbled string.
- Under the shady roof
- Of branching Elm Star-proof,
- Follow me,90
- I will bring you where she sits
- Clad in splendor as befits
- Her deity.
- Such a rural Queen
- All Arcadia hath not seen.
- Nymphs and Shepherds dance no more
- By sandy Ladons Lillied banks.
- On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar,
- Trip no more in twilight ranks,
- Though Erymanth your loss deplore,100
- A better soyl shall give ye thanks.
- From the stony Mænalus,
- Bring your Flocks, and live with us,
- Here ye shall have greater grace,
- To serve the Lady of this place.
- Though Syrinx your Pans Mistres were,
- Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
- Such a rural Queen
- All Arcadia hath not seen.
JUST A EDOVARDO KING naufrago, ab Amicis mœrentibus, amoris & μνείας χάϐιν.
Sirectè calculum ponas, ubique naufragium est. Pet. Arb.
Apud Thomam Buck, & Rogerum Daniel, celeberrimæ Academiæ typographos. 1638.