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“Sonnet XVI: To the Lord General Cromwell” by John Milton
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud
Hast rear’d God’s trophies, and his work pursu’d,
While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbru’d,
And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester’s laureate wreath; yet much remains
To conquer still: peace hath her victories
No less renown’d than war. New foes arise
Threat’ning to bind our souls with secular chains:
Help us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.
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Soul searching
Thats a really cool poem. I like the message behind it. The language is cool too. Very moving and eloquent.
How about the shortest poem in the world…..it’s about ants: Adam had’em.
Freedom of conscience is always such a tricky thing — especially when you win. Smart poem.
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE PURPLE
SOME POEMS RHYMN
BUT THIS ONE DOESN’T
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d,…
Threat’ning to bind our souls with secular chains:
Help us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.
These are salient words, as the dominant force of our time reside in the maw of secular wolves. Unfortunately. the Christians of out time lack the spirit and backbone of the great Puritans of Milton’s time.
Pres. Bush was indeed guided by faith and matchless fortitude and bids fair just now in Iraq to plough a way towards peace and truth.
Teenage Tinkerbell–If you think his language here is beautiful, you should try reading his Lycidas or perhaps Areopagitica . It is, of course, self-explanatory, that Paradise Lost deserves a read.
Few poems reach the brilliance of Lycidas’ “Look homeward, angel.”