THE TABLE of CONTENT S. PARADISE REGAIN'D, BOOK I. BOOK III. BOOK IV. SAMSON AGONISTES. POEMS on several OCCASIONS. On the death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough. On the MORNING of CHRIST'S NATIVITY. On the University Carrier. Another on the fame. L'ALLEGRO. IL PENSEROSO. Page 5 27 47 67 99 165 ibid. 168 The PASSION. On TIME. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. At a SOLEMN MUSIC. 187 An EPITAPH on the MARCHIONESS of WINCHESTER. 188 Song. On MAY MORNING. On SHAKESPEAR. 172 183 185 186 On the fame. To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs. On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thompfon. To the Lord General FAIRFAX, 191 192 ibid. 193 195 200 ARCADES. A MASK. LYCIDAS. The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. 1. English'd. On the new-forcers of confcience under the Long PARLA MENT. 207 217 256 263 265 266 ibid. SONNETS. To the NIGHTINGALE. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23. When the affault was intended to the City. To a virtuous young Lady. To the Lady Margaret Ley. On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatifes. 270 ibid. 271 ibid. 272 273 ibid. 274 275 To To the Lord General CROMWELL. Elegia Prima. Ad Carolum Deodatum. Elegia Tertia. In obitum Præfulis Wintonienfis. Elegia Quarta. Ad Thomam Junium. Elegia Quinta. In adventum veris. REGA I N'D. BOOK I. I Who ere while the happy garden fung, By one man's disobedience loft, now fing Recover'd Paradife to all mankind, By one man's firm obedience fully try'd Through all temptation, and the tempter foil'd In all his wiles, defeated and repuls'd, And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness. 5 Thou Spirit who ledst this glorious eremite Into the defert, his victorious field, Against the spiritual foe, and brought'ft him thence 10 By proof th' undoubted Son of God, inspire, As thou art wont, my prompted fong else mute, And bear through highth or depth of nature's bounds With profp'rous wing full fumm'd, to tell of deeds Above heroic, though in fecret done, 15 And unrecorded left through many an age, Worthy t' have not remain'd so long unfung. Now had the great Proclamer, with a voice More More awful than the found of trumpet, cry'd O ancient Pow'rs of air and this wide world, 30 40 45 Our 60 Our hated habitation; well ye know 50 55 65 70 To |