John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Ring out ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our read more
Ring out ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastic round.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastic round.
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
That in such righteousness
To them by faith imputed they may find
Justification towards God, and peace
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That in such righteousness
To them by faith imputed they may find
Justification towards God, and peace
Of conscience.
Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.
Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.
CHRISTMAS DAY ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY This the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son read more
CHRISTMAS DAY ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY This the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious form, that light insufferable, And that far-beaming blaze majesty, Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity He laid aside, and, here with us to be. Forsook the courts of everlasting day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the heaven, by the Sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright? See how from far upon the eastern road The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet! Oh, run! present them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
