Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleased: Now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Showing posts with label John Milton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Milton. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The last peaceful evening
From Book IV, lines 596-607, of Paradise Lost, the last peaceful evening in Eden. Satan has tricked the archangel Uriel into leading him to God's new creation, where he spies on Adam and Eve and conceives a cunning plan...
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Poets on the Psalms
Via dylan, an exchange of letters by two American poets, Peter O'Leary and Alicia Ostriker, bewildered by the Psalms even as they're drawn to them. I'm grateful for their mention of John Milton's psalm translations and paraphrases, collected here via google:
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