Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SALSILLUS, A ROMAN POET, MUCH INDISPOSED, by JOHN MILTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My halting muse, that dragg'st by choice along Last Line: And guide them harmless, till they meet the main. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy song, And likest that pace, expressive of thy cares, Not less than Deiopeia's sprightlier airs, When in the dance she beats with measured tread Heaven's floor, in front of Juno's golden bed; Salute Salsillus, who to verse divine Prefers, with partial love, such lays as mine. Thus writes that Milton, then, who, wafted o'er From his own nest on Albion's stormy shore, Where Eurus, fiercest of the AEolian band, Sweeps with ungoverned rage the blasted land, Of late to more serene Ausonia came To view her cities of illustrious name, To prove, himself a witness of the truth, How wise her elders, and how learned her youth. Much good, Salsillus! and a body free From all disease, that Milton asks for thee, Who now endurest the languor, and the pains, That bile inflicts, diffused through all thy veins, Relentless malady! not moved to spare By thy sweet Roman voice, and Lesbian air! Health, Hebe's sister, sent us from the skies, And thou, Apollo, whom all sickness flies, Pythius, or Paean, or what name divine Soe'er thou choose, haste, heal a priest of thine! Ye groves of Faunus, and ye hills that melt With vinous dews, where meek Evander dwelt, If aught salubrious in your confines grow, Strive which shall soonest heal your poet's woe, That, rendered to the Muse he loves, again He may enchant the meadows with his strain. Numa, reclined in everlasting ease, Amid the shade of dark embowering trees, Viewing with eyes of unabated fire His loved AEgeria, shall that strain admire: So soothed, the tumid Tiber shall revere The tombs of kings, nor desolate the year, Shall curb his waters with a friendly rein, And guide them harmless, till they meet the main. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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