WHERE HE REMAINED DURING THE GREAT PLAGUE. BENEATH this roof, for no such use designed By its old owners, Fleetwood's banished race, Blind Milton found a healthful resting-place, Leaving the city's dark disease behind: -- Here, too, with studies noble and refined, As with fresh air, his spirits he could brace, And grow unconscious of the time's disgrace, And the fierce plague of disappointed mind. The gracious Muse is wont to build for most Of her dear sons some pleasant noontide bower; But for this One she raised a home of fame, Where he dwelt safe through life's chill evening hour, Above the memo'ry of his Hero lost, His martyred brethren and his country's shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GUERRILLA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |