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WHEN faith and love, which parted from thee never,

Had ripen’d thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever.
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,

Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best

Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams

And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.



FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings,

Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze

And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings

Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays
Her broken league 3 to imp their serpent wings.


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Vhen Milton was first made Latin etary to Cromwell, he lodged at a Mr. omson's, next to the “Bull Head" rern, Charing Cross. Mrs. Thomson upposed to have been the wife of his dlord.-NEWTON. Addressed to Fairfax at the siege of chester. It was first printed, to

gether with the two following sonnets, and the two to Cyriack Skinner, at the end of Phillips's “ Life of Milton,” 1694.


3 The English Parliament held that the Scotch had broken their covenant by marching into England, led by Hamilton,

O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,

(For what can war, but endless war still breed ?)

Till truth and right from violence be freed,
And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand

Of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed,
While avarice and rapitie share the land.

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CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud

Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
And on the neck of crowned fortune proud

Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued,

And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester's ? laureat wreath. Yet much remains

To conquer still; peace hath her victories

No less renown'd than war: new foes arise
Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains : 3

Help us to save free conscience from the páw
Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

1 A small river near Preston, in Lancả. shire, where Cromwell defeated the Scots under the Duke of Hamilton in August, 1648.

2 Dunbar and Worcester were both

fought September 3-one 1650, the other 1651.

3 He alludes to the Presbyterian ciers They tried to persuade Cromwell to u the secular power against Sectaries.



VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,

Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell’d

The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states a hard to be spell’d,
Then to advise how war may, best upheld,

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold
In all her equipage: besides to know

Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,

What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few have The bounds of either sword to

done : Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.

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AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine

mountains cold ;
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,

! This sonnet seems to have been written in behalf of the Independents against the Presbyterian hierarchy, Vane was the chief of the Independents, and therefore Milton's friend. He was a most eccentric character, a mixture of the wildest fanaticism and good sense. He was beheaded after the Restoration, 1662.- From WARTON.

2 The States of Holland,

3 In 1665 the Duke of Savoy determined to make his reformed sub.

ut jects in Piedmont return to the Roman Church. All who refused compliance with the sovereign's will were massacred. Those who escaped, concealed in their mountain fastnesses, sent to Cromwell for relief. Milton's Troly indignation found expression in this fino sonnet, which was of great effect. Cromwell commanded a general fast: and a national contribution for the relief of the sufferers. £40,000 were colleoted, He then wrote to the Duke; And Ag

Forget not: in thy book record their

groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rollid

Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they

To Heav'n. Their martvr'd blood and ashes sow

O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple tyrant;' that from these may, grow

A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.:




WHEN I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he returning chide ;
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied P"

I fondly ask: But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need

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;
They also serve who only stand and wait."

great was the terror of the English natre- the Protector threatened that his ships should visit Civita Vecchia-that be persecution was stopped, and the surviving inhabitants of be valleys

were restored to their homes and to
freedom of worship,

| The Pope.
o The Papacy.



LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,

Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may

be won
From the hard season gaining ? Time will run

On smoother, till Favonius ? re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire

The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,

Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise

To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice
Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ?

He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.




CYRIAC, whose grandsire : on the royal bench

Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced and in his volumes taught our laws,

Which others at their bar so often wrench;
To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench

In mirth, that after po repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede 4 intends, and what the French.

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Son of Henry Lawrence, Member for 'rtfordshire, who was active in settling - Protectorate on Cromwell. Milton's end was the author of a work called Of our Communion and Warre with gels,” &c., 1646. 4to.-TODD. The West Wind. Lord Coke. Cyriac Skinner was the of William Skinner and Bridget,

daughter of Lord Coke. He had been a pupil of Milton's, and was one of the principal members of Harrington's PoTitical Club.

4 Charles Gustavus, King of Sweden,' was then at war with Poland, and the French were fighting the Spaniards in the Netherlands.

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