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Can you write me a poem about university of california, los angeles, thomas warton and john milton?
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Sure, here's a poem about university of california, los angeles, thomas warton and john milton:
  Edited, with an Introduction, by Rodney M. Baine
H. RICHARD ARCHER, _Clark Memorial Library_
RICHARD C. BOYS, _University of Michigan_
RALPH COHEN, _University of California, Los Angeles_
VINTON A. DEARING, _University of California, Los Angeles_
W. EARL BRITTON, _University of Michigan_
EMMETT L. AVERY, _State College of Washington_
BENJAMIN BOYCE, _Duke University_
LOUIS BREDVOLD, _University of Michigan_
JOHN BUTT, _King's College, University of Durham_
JAMES L. CLIFFORD, _Columbia University_
ARTHUR FRIEDMAN, _University of Chicago_
LOUIS A. LANDA, _Princeton University_
SAMUEL H. MONK, _University of Minnesota_
EARNEST MOSSNER, _University of Texas_
JAMES SUTHERLAND, _University College, London_
H. T. SWEDENBERG, JR., _University of California, Los Angeles_
EDNA C. DAVIS, _Clark Memorial Library_
continuation of Thomas Warton's _History of English Poetry_. This
The notes which Thomas Warton had made for the completion of the
Joseph Warton appears, however, to have touched up the present
 John Milton, _Poems upon Several Occasions_ (London, 1785), ed.
 Nineteenth-century editions of the _History_ give the false
Henry! I wish that you, and Charles, and I,
By some sweet spell within a bark were plac'd,
A gallant bark with magic virtue grac'd,
Swift at our will with every wind to fly:
So that no changes of the shifting sky
No stormy terrors of the watery waste,
Might bar our course, but heighten still our taste
Of sprightly joy, and of our social tie:
Then, that my Lucy, Lucy fair and free,
With those soft nymphs on whom your souls are bent,
The kind magician might to us convey,
To talk of love throughout the livelong day:
And that each fair might be as well content
As I in truth believe our hearts would be.
sixteenth century. But it does not seem to have flourished in its
appear to have been transcendently cruel, nor were his sufferings
Sweet honey-dropping Daniel doth wage
War with the proudest big _Italian_
That melts his heart in sugar'd sonnetting.
Let others sing of knights & Paladines,
In aged accents, and untimely words,
Paint shadowes in imaginarie lines,
Which well the reach of their high wit records;
But I must sing of thee, and those faire eyes
Autentique shall my verse in time to come,
When yet th' vnborne shall say "Loe, where she lyes,
Whose beauty made Him speak that els was dombe."
These are the arkes, the trophies I erect,
That fortifie thy name against old age,
And these thy sacred vertues must protect
Against the Darke, & Times consuming rage.
Though th' errour of my youth they shall discouer,
Suffise, they shew I liu'd, and was thy louer.
notwithstanding the disproportion of his years, and his professed
_Sonetto_. Watson is more brilliant than Daniel: but he is
encumbered with conceit and the trappings of affectation. In the
Her yellow locks exceed the beaten gold,
Her sparkling eyes in heau'n a place deserue;
Her forehead high and faire, of comelie mould,
Her wordes are musical, of syluer sound, &c.
Her eye-browe hangs like Iris in the skies,
Her eagle's nose is straite, of stately frame;
On either cheeke a rose and lillie lyes;
Her breathe is sweet perfvme, or holie flame:
Her lippes more red than any coral-stone, &c.
Her breast transparent is, like cristal rock,
Her fingers long, fit for Apollo's lute,
Her slipper such, as Momus dare not mock,
Her virtues are so great, as make me mute, &c.
Spenser's Sonnets were printed with his _Epithalamium_. They are
entered, in the year 1593, under this title to William Ponsonby,
"_Amoretti_, and _Epithalamium_, written not long since by Edmond
When those renowned noble peers of Greece,
Through stubborne pride among themselues did iar,
Forgetful of the famous golden fleece,
Then _Orpheus_ with his harp their strife did bar.
But this continual, cruel, civil war,
The which myselfe against myselfe doe make,
Whilst my weake powres of passions warried arre,
No skill can stint, nor reason can aslake.
But when in hand my tunelesse harpe I take,
Then doe I more augment my foes despight,
And grief renew, and passion doe awake
To battaile fresh against myselfe to fight.
Mongst whom, the more I seeke to settle peace,
The more I find their malice to increase.
Ye tradeful Merchants, that with weary toyle,
Doe seek most precious things, to make your gaine,
And both the Indias of their treasure spoile;
What needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine?
For lo, my Love doth in herselfe containe
All this worlds riches that may farre be found:
If saphyres, loe, her eyes be saphyres plaine;
If rubies, loe, her lips be rubies sound;
If pearles, her teeth be pearles both pure & round;
If iuorie, her forehead iuorie were [wene];
If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;
If siluer, her faire hands are siluer sheene:
But that which fairest is, but few behold,
Her mind adornd with vertues manifold.
The last couplet is platonic, but deduced with great address and
Among the sonnet-writers of this period, next to Spenser I place
How like a winter has my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time, remov'd, was summer's time;
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, &c.
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a chear,
That leaues look pale, dreading the winter's near.
In the next, he pursues the same argument in the same strain.
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim,
Has put a sprite of youth in euery thing;
That heauy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lilies white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion of the rose:
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after thee, thou pattern of all those!
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow, I with these did play.
absurdity concludes more rationally,
More flowres I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet or colour it had stolne from thee.
I have before incidentally mentioned Barnefield's Sonnets, which,
Some talk of Ganymede th' Idalian boy,
And some of faire Adonis make their boast;
Some talke of him whom louely Leda lost
And some of Echo's loue that was so coy, &c.
printed in 1596. With these may be mentioned a set of Sonnets,
 His sister married John Florio, author of a famous Italian
 A. i. _Sc._ i[i]. [Warton was evidently quoting from the edition
 _Sonn._ 50. [To show how "One of Spenser's cotemporary poets has
 See supr. iii. . [Warton used Greek capitals in his title.]
 At London in quarto . There is a fine manuscript copy, at
 In quarto.
 I have discovered, says Mr Steevens, in a Letter to me, that
 There is [a] Sonnet by Spenser, never printed with his works,
"_Harvey_, the happy aboue happiest men,
I read: that sitting like a looker-on
of this worldes stage, doest note with critique pen
The sharpe dislikes of each condition;
And, as one carelesse of suspition,
Ne fawnest for the favour of the great,
Ne fearest foolish reprehension
of faulty men, which daunger to thee threat;
But freely doest, of what thee list, entreat,
Like a great lord of peerlesse liberty:
Lifting the good vp to high honours seat,
And th' euil damning euermore to dy.
For life and death is in thy doomefull writing
So thy renowme liues euer by endighting.
He seems to have been a reader in rhetoric at Cambridge from his
_Rameidos_, and especially that part of _Philomusus_ his divine
Saffron-Walden_. Nash also wrote a confutation of Harvey's _Foure
 Sonn. xliii.
 The last of these is that which begins, "O thou, my lovely Boy."
 "When _absent_ from thee".
 They were _sweet_ indeed, but they wanted animation; and, in
 In 16mo. With vignettes. Never entered in the Register of the
 _Wits Tr._ fol. 281. b. [The brackets in the text are Warton's.]
 [See Malone's _Supplement to the Edition of Shakespeare's Plays_
 _Wits Tr._ fol. 284. a. He is again mentioned by Meres for his
 It begins thus.
Nights were short, and daies were long,
Blossoms on the hauthorns hong;
Philomel, night-musickes kinge,
Tolde the comming of the springe, &c.
He does not scruple to insert these lines,
Loue I did the fairest boy,
That these fields did ere enioy.
Loue I did faire Ganymed,
Venus darling, beauties bed, &c.
This piece was afterwards inserted in _Englands Helicon_.
Venus, and yong Adonis sitting by her,
Vnder a myrtle shade began to woe him
She told the yongling, &c. Sonn. iii.
He calls Sleep, "Balme of the brused heart." Sonn. xv.
Numbers 1-6 out of print.
section on Wit from _The English Theophrastus_ (1702).
Harley_ (1712); and Arthur Mainwaring's _The British
Which from Settled Principles is Rendered the Grounds for
Choosing and Rejecting Epigrams_, translated by J. V.
of Taste, and of the Origin of Our Ideas of Beauty, etc._
Concerning Taste_, 3rd edition (1757), & John Armstrong's
_Corresponding Secretary_: MRS. EDNA C. DAVIS, Wm. Andrews Clark
Publications for the seventh year [1952-1953]
BERNARD MANDEVILLE: _A Letter to Dion_ (1732). Introduction by
M. C. SARBIEWSKI: _The Odes of Casimire_ (1646), Introduction
THOMAS WARTON: _A History of English Poetry: An Unpublished