John Milton (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)
Poems of John Milton
| 1. | An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare | 1/3/2003 |
| 2. | An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester | 1/13/2003 |
| 3. | Another On The Same | 1/13/2003 |
| 4. | Arcades | 1/13/2003 |
| 5. | At a Solemn Music | 1/3/2003 |
| 6. | At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began | 1/13/2003 |
| 7. | At A Vatican Exercise (excerpt) | 1/1/2004 |
| 8. | Comus (excerpts) | 1/1/2004 |
| 9. | Cyriack, Whose Grandsire | 5/28/2012 |
| 10. | From 'Arcades' | 1/4/2003 |
| 11. | From 'Samson Agonistes' i | 1/4/2003 |
| 12. | How Soon Hath Time | 1/3/2003 |
| 13. | Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity | 1/4/2003 |
| 14. | Il Penseroso | 12/31/2002 |
| 15. | L'Allegro | 12/31/2002 |
| 16. | Light | 1/4/2003 |
| 17. | Lycidas | 12/31/2002 |
| 18. | Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint | 1/3/2003 |
| 19. | On His Blindness | 1/3/2003 |
| 20. | On His Deceased Wife | 1/4/2003 |
To My Lord Fairfax
Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings,
And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise,
And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze.
And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings,
Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings
Victory home, while new Rebellions raise
Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays
Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings:
O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand,
