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 My Poet Me thought I saw my late espousèd Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint, Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she enclin'd I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. This a poem that my poet, John Milton wrote and I thought it was interesting because first of all he rhymes his poems and not many poets can rhyme their poems and so I thought that was fascinating. Another reason is because he is telling a story about someone dead and he makes it sounds like he wants that person in peace. The last reason is because I like how when he was a poet it was back in the 1600’s so all his words are ones they used at that time and I thought that was cool. Article posted December 1, 2011 at 06:18 PM • comment • Reads 1444 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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