Latin, Greek And Italian Poems by John Milton. Saturday, November 15, 2003. Then God descended from on high. The Mountains from their basis shook.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009. Alone in my chamber, forsaken, unsought,. Is there no one to give me a smile or a thought? Is there none to restore to me faded delight? The zephyrs disport with a light-bosomed song,. And the joy-laden songsters flit over the lea-. Yet the hours of the spring as they hurry along. Bring nothing but sadness and sighing to me! There were friends- but their love is departed and dead,.

Friday, October 01, 2004. VIOLA Ay, but I know,. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man,. As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,. She never told her love,. And, with a green and yellow melancholy,.

Sunday, July 26, 2009. A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.