John Milton Sonnet Poems

1.
Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
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2.
Sonnet 15

XV

On The Late Massacher In Piemont
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3.
Sonnet Xix: When I Consider How My Light Is Spent

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
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
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4.
Sonnet To The Nightingale

O nightingale that on yon blooming spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill,
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
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5.
Sonnet 12

XII. On the same.

I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs
By the known rules of antient libertie,
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6.
Sonnet 19

XIX

When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
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7.
Sonnet 10

X

Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,
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8.
Sonnet 01

I

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
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9.
Sonnet 16

XVI

When I consider how my light is spent,
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,
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10.
Sonnet 17

XVII


Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
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11.
Sonnet 20

XX

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
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12.
Sonnet 14

XIV

When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
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13.
Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont

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;
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14.
Sonnet 08

VIII

Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease,
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15.
Sonnet 18

XVIII

Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause
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16.
Sonnet 11

XI

A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;
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17.
Sonnet 22

XXII

Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
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18.
Sonnet 13

XIII

To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.
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19.
Sonnet Xvi: Cromwell, Our Chief Of Men

To the Lord General Cromwell

On the Proposals of Certain Ministers of the Committee
for the Propagation of the Gospel

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20.
Sonnet X: Daughter To That Good Earl

To the Lady Margaret Ley

Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
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21.
Sonnet 23

XXIII

Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
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22.
Sonnet 05

V

Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia
Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole
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23.
Sonnet Xx: Lawrence, Of Virtuous Father

To Mr Lawrence

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
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24.
Sonnet 04

IV

Diodati, e te'l diro con maraviglia,
Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar solea
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25.
Sonnet 09

IX

Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
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26.
Sonnet 03: Canzone

Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi
M' occostandosi attorno, e perche scrivi,
Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana
Verseggiando d'amor, e conie t'osi ?
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27.
Sonnet 02

II

Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
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28.
Sonnet 06

VI

Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante
Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
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29.
Sonnet 03

III

Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera
L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
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30.
Sonnet 21

XXI

Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
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31.
Sonnet Xxii: To Cyriack Skinner

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
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