TO THE NIGHTINGALE 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: Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love; Oh, if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; Whether the Muse, or Love, call thee his mate, THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I WHA HAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden hair, Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he Who so enjoys thee credulous, all gold; Unmindful! Hapless they To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dank and dropping weeds vow'd BRUTUS. GODDESS of shades, and Huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling sphere, and through the deep, THE HISTORY OF BRITAIN, 1670. BUT, as a man who had been matchless held In cunning, over-reach'd where least he thought, To salve his credit, and for very spite, Still will be tempting him who foils him still, About the wine-press where sweet must is pour'd, Though all to shivers dash'd, the assault renew, Met ever, and to shameful silence brought, PARADISE REGAINED, Book IV, SHALT thou give law to God? shalt thou dispute With Him the points of liberty, who made Thee what thou art, and form'd the powers of Such as he pleased, and circumscribed their being? How provident he is, how far from thought Our happy state, under one head more near Thyself, though great and glorious, dost thou count, Or all angelic nature joined in one, Equal to him, begotten Son? by whom, As by his Word, the mighty Father made All things, even thee, and all the Spirits of Heaven Crown'd them with glory, and to their glory named Abdiel, PARADISE LOST, Book V. |