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John Milton was a great English poet who served as a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell.  With epic poems such as Paradise Lose and Paradise Regained, Milton remains one of the most famous writers in English literature.  This edition of Elegies includes a table of contents.

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ELEGIES

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John Milton

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Elegies

ELEGIES

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ELEGY I. - To Charles Diodati.

At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come,

Charged with thy kindness, to their destin’d home,

They come, at length, from Deva’s Western side,

Where prone she seeks the salt Vergivian tide.

Trust me, my joy is great that thou shouldst be,

Though born of foreign race, yet born for me,

And that my sprightly friend, now free to roam,

Must seek again so soon his wonted home.

I well content, where Thames with refluent tide

My native city laves, meantime reside, 10

Nor zeal nor duty, now, my steps impell

To reedy Cam, and my forbidden cell.

Nor aught of pleasure in those fields have I,

That, to the musing bard, all shade deny.

Tis time, that I, a pedant’s threats disdain,

And fly from wrongs, my soul will ne’er sustain.

If peaceful days, in letter’d leisure spent

Beneath my father’s roof, be banishment,

Then call me banish’d, I will ne’er refuse

A name expressive of the lot I chuse. 20

I would that exiled to the Pontic shore,

Rome’s hapless bard had suffer’d nothing more!

He then had equall’d even Homer’s lays,

And, Virgil! thou hadst won but second praise.

For here I woo the Muse with no control,

And here my books—my life—absorb me whole.

Here too I visit, or to smile, or weep,

The winding theatre’s majestic sweep;

The grave or gay colloquial scene recruits

My spirits spent in Learning’s long pursuits. 30

Whether some Senior shrewd, or spendthrift heir,

Wooer, or soldier, now unarm’d, be there,

Or some coif’d brooder o’er a ten years’ cause

Thunder the Norman gibb’rish of the laws.

The lacquey, there, oft dupes the wary sire,

And, artful, speeds th’enamour’d son’s desire.

There, virgins oft, unconscious what they prove,

What love is, know not, yet, unknowing, love.

Or, if impassion’d Tragedy wield high

The bloody sceptre, give her locks to fly 40

Wild as the winds, and roll her haggard eye,

I gaze, and grieve, still cherishing my grief.

At times, e’en bitter tears! yield sweet relief.

As when from bliss untasted torn away,

Some youth dies, hapless, on his bridal day,

Or when the ghost, sent back from shades below,

Fills the assassin’s heart with vengeful woe,

When Troy, or Argos, the dire scene affords,

Or Creon’s hall laments its guilty lords.

Nor always city-pent or pent at home 50

I dwell, but when Spring calls me forth to roam

Expatiate in our proud suburban shades

Of branching elm that never sun pervades.

Here many a virgin troop I may descry,

Like stars of mildest influence, gliding by,

Oh forms divine! Oh looks that might inspire

E’en Jove himself, grown old, with young desire!

Oft have I gazed on gem-surpassing eyes,

Outsparkling every star that gilds the skies.

Necks whiter than the iv’ry arm bestow’d 60