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Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;
EXTRACTS FROM PARADISE REGAINED.
ROME. He brought our Saviour to the western side Of that high mountain, whence he might behold Another plain, long, but in breadth not wide, Washed by the southern sea, and, on the north To equal length backed with a ridge of hills, That screened the fruits of the earth, and seats of men, From cold septentrion blasts ; thence in the midst Divided by a river, on whose banks On each side an imperial city stood, With towers and temples proudly elevate On seven small hills, with palaces adorned, Porches, and theatres, baths, aqueducts, Statues, and trophies, and triumphal arcs, Gardens and groves presented to his eyes, Above the heighth of mountains interposed, (By what strange parallax or optic skill Of vision, multiplied through air, or glass Of telescope, were curious to inquire :) And now the Tempter thus his silence broke :
“The city which thou seest, no other deem Than great and glorious Rome, queen of the earth, So far renowned, and with the spoils enriched Of nations; there the Capitol thou seest, Above the rest lifting his stately head On the Tarpeian rock, her citadel Impregnable ; and there mount Palatine, The imperial palace, compass huge, and high, The structure, skill of noblest architects, With gilded battlements, conspicuous far, Turrets, and terraces, and glittering spires : Many a fair edifice besides, more like Houses of gods, (so well I have disposed My aëry microscope,) thou may'st behold, Outside and inside both, pillars and roofs, Carved work, the hand of famed artificers, In cedar, marble, ivory, or gold.
“Thence to the gates cast round thine eye, What conflux issuing forth, or entering in: Prætors, proconsuls to their provinces Hasting, or on return, in robes of state, Lictors and rods, the ensigns of their power, Legions and cohorts, turms of horse and wings; Or embassies from regions far remote, In various habits, on the Appian road, Or on the Emilian : some from farthest south, Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle ; and, more to west, The realm of Bocchus to the Black-moor sea ; From the Asian kings, and Parthian among these, From India, and the Golden Chersonese, And utmost Indian isle Taprobane, Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed ; From Gallia, Gades, and the British west : Germans, and Scythians, and Sarmatians, north Beyond Danubius to the Tauric pool. All nations now to Rome obedience pay."
“ WESTWARD, much nearer by south-west behold;
Phæbus challenged for his own :
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
SONNETS OF MILTON.
1.-ON MRS. CATHERINE THOMPSON. WHEN faith and love, which parted from thee never,
Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, called life; which us from life doth sever. Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,
Štaid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy hand-maids clad them o'er with purple beams,
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
II.-ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT.
AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;
When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones. Forget not : in thy book record their groans
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow
O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway
A hundred fold, who, having learned thy way,
III.-ON HIS BLINDNESS.
WHEN I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he, returning, chide ;
I fondly ask : but Patience, to prevent
Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;