John Milton

J. H., "On Miss Sabrina E—s, mentioning her particular Regard for Milton" London Magazine 25 (April 1756) 192.

Oft have I glow'd with rapture o'er the page
Which paints th' angelick host in martial rage;
With pleasing wonder trac'd the great design,
And mark'd bright beauties rise in ev'ry line;
But, now the loveliest fair my choice approves,
And with like warmth the heav'n taught poet loves;
With sweeter warblings floats his golden lyre,
His diction glows with more caelestial fire;
Unnumber'd charms I find unseen before,
And hang enamour'd on the sacred lore.
So when o'er spreading fields we cast our eyes,
Where meads, trees, tow'rs, in mingled prospect rise,
If chance, th' all-chearing Ruler of the day,
Pours o'er the shadowy scene a gladsome ray,
Each object strait to gayer hues refines,
And with new grace the vary'd landscape shines.

Henceforth, great bard, thy fancy-woven lay,
With double joy shall charm me on my way,
Whene'er I wander thro' the lengthen'd glade,
Or silent muse along the twilight shade.
For as each muse-form'd period greets my sight,
Fancy shall aid th' ineffable delight:
"E'en now perhaps (my ravish'd soul will cry)
These grateful lines engage the fair-one's eye:
Exalted bliss! the charmer's thoughts are mine,
And our rapt hearts in mingled transport join."