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T A B L E of
CO N T E N T S.
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ARADISE REGAIN'D, BOOK I.
99 POEMS on several OCCASIONS.
165 On the death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough.
ibid. At a Vacation Exercise in the College.
168 On the MORNING of CHRIST'S NATIVITY.
172 The PASSION.
183 On TIME.
185 Upon the CIRCUMCISION.
186 At a SOLEMN MUSIC. An EPITAPH on the MARCHIONESS of WINCHESTER. 188 Song. On MAY MORNING.
191 On SHAKESPEAR.
192 On the University Carrier.
ibid. Another on the same.
195 IL PENSEROSO. ARCADES.
207 A MASK.
256 The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. 1. English’d.
263 On the new-forcers of conscience under the Long PARLAMENT.
266 To the NIGHTINGALE.
ibid. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23.
270 When the assault was intended to the City.
ibid. To a virtuous young Lady.
271 To the Lady Margaret Ley.
ibid. On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
272 On the same.
273 To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs.
ibid. On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thompson. 274 To the Lord General FAIRFAX.
To the Lord General CROMWELL.
277 To Mr. LAWRENCE.
278 To CYRIAC SKINNER. To the fame.
279 On his deceased WIFE.
280 From Milton's Manuscript.
310 JOANNIS MILTONI LONDINENSIS POEMATA."
317 ELEGIARUM Liber primus.
323 Elegia Prima. Ad Carolum Deodatum.
ibid. Elegia Secunda. In obitum Paræconis Academici Cantabii
giensis. Elegia Tertia. In obitum Præsulis Wintoniensis.
327 Elegia Quarta. Ad Thomam Junium.
330 Elegia Quinta. In adventum veris.
334 Elegia Sexta. Ad Carolum Deodatum, ruri commorantem. 340 Elegia Septima.
343 In proditionem bombardicam.
347 In eandem.
ibid. In eandem.
348 In eandem.
ibid. In Inventorem Bombardæ.
349 Ad Leonoram Romæ canentem.
ibid. Ad eandem.
ibid. Ad eandem.
350 Apologus de Rustico et Hero.
ibid. SYLVARUM LIBER. In obitum Procancellarii Medici.
351 In quintum Novembris.
R E G AI N’D.
Who ere while the happy garden fung,
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Thou Spi'rit who ledst this glorious eremite
15 And unrecorded left through many an age, Worthy t' have not remain'd so long unsung. Now had the great Proclamer, with a voice
More awful than the sound of trumpet, cry'd
40 Within thick clouds and dark ten-fold involv'd, A gloomy consistory; and them amidst With looks aghaft and sad he thus bespake.
O ancient Pow'rs of air and this wide world, For much more willingly I mention air,
45 This our old conquest, than remember Hell,
Our as the
Qur hated habitation; well ye know
many ages, as years of men,
50 Since Adam and his facil consort Eve Lost Paradise deceiv'd by me, though since With dread attending when that fatal wound Shall be inflicted by the seed of Eve Upon my head: long the decrees of Heav'n
55 Delay, for longest time to him is short; And now too soon for us the circling hours This dreaded time have compafs'd, wherein we Must bide the stroke of that long threaten'd wound, At least if so we can, and by the head
60 Broken be not intended all our power To be infring’d, our freedom and our being, In this fair empire won of earth and air; For this ill news' I bring, the woman's feed Destin'd to this, is late of woman born: His birth to our just fear gave no small cause, But growth now to youth's full flow'r, displaying All virtue, grace, and wisdom to achieve Things highest, greatest, multiplies my fear. Before him a great prophet, to proclame 70 His coming, his sent harbinger, who all Invites, and in the confecrated stream Pretends to wash off sin, and fit them so Purified to receive him pure, or rather