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  • Kumpulan Puisi ‘Jhon Milton’ Dalam Bahasa Inggris Lengkap

    Kumpulan Puisi ‘Jhon Milton’ Dalam Bahasa Inggris Lengkap

    Kumpulan Puisi ‘Jhon Milton’ Dalam Bahasa Inggris Lengkap

     

    Kumpulan Puisi 'Jhon Milton' Dalam Bahasa Inggris Beserta Arti Lengkap
    Kumpulan Puisi ‘Jhon Milton’ Dalam Bahasa Inggris Beserta Arti Lengkap

     

    Hallo sahabat SBI, ada yang sangat menyukai puisi atau poem disini? jika iya, maka pada kesempatan kali ini admin ingin memberikan sebuah materi yang mungkin dapat sahabat SBI jadikan referens dalam belajar puisi bahasa inggris.

    Ada yang tau jhon milton? jhon milton merupakan seeorang pengarang puisi bahasa inggris yang juga terkenal selain dari william shakespear.

    Berikut ini kumpulan puisi dari jhon milton yang dapat sahabat SBI nikmati beserta dengan terjemahan lengkap nya, check this out 🙂


    Be not thou silent now at length
    O God hold not thy peace,
    Sit not thou still O God of strength
    We cry and do not cease.
    For lo thy furious foes now *swell
    And *storm outrageously, *Jehemajun.
    And they that hate thee proud and fill
    Exalt their heads full hie.
    Against thy people they *contrive *Jagnarimu.
    *Their Plots and Counsels deep, *Sod.
    *Them to ensnare they chiefly strive *Jithjagnatsu gnal.
    *Whom thou dost hide and keep. *Tsephuneca.
    Come let us cut them off say they,
    Till they no Nation be
    That Israels name for ever may
    Be lost in memory.
    For they consult *with all their might, *Lev jachdau.
    And all as one in mind
    Themselves against thee they unite
    And in firm union bind.
    The tents of Edom, and the brood
    Of scornful Ishmael,
    Moab, with them of Hagars blood
    That in the Desart dwell,
    Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
    And hateful Amalec,
    The Philistims, and they of Tyre
    Whose bounds the sea doth check.
    With them great Asshur also bands
    And doth confirm the knot,
    All these have lent their armed hands
    To aid the Sons of Lot.
    Do to them as to Midian bold
    That wasted all the Coast.
    To Sisera, and as is told
    Thou didst to Jabins hoast,
    When at the brook of Kishon old
    They were repulst and slain,
    At Endor quite cut off, and rowl’d
    As dung upon the plain.
    As Zeb and Oreb evil sped
    So let their Princes speed
    As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled
    So let their Princes bleed.
    For they amidst their pride have said
    By right now shall we seize
    Gods houses, and will now invade
    *Their stately Palaces. *Neoth Elohim bears both.
    My God, oh make them as a wheel
    No quiet let them find,
    Giddy and restless let them reel
    Like stubble from the wind.
    As when an aged wood takes fire
    Which on a sudden straies,
    The greedy flame runs hier and hier
    Till all the mountains blaze,
    So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
    And with thy tempest chase;
    *And till they *yield thee honour due, *They seek thy
    Lord fill with shame their face. Name. Heb.
    Asham’d and troubl’d let them be,
    Troubl’d and sham’d for ever,
    Ever confounded, and so die
    With shame, and scape it never.
    Then shall they know that thou whose name
    Jehova is alone,
    Art the most high, and thou the same
    O’re all the earth art one.


    To Jacobs God, that all may hear
    Loud acclamations ring.
    Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song
    The Timbrel hither bring
    The cheerfull Psaltry bring along
    And Harp with pleasant string.
    Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
    With Trumpets lofty sound,
    Th’appointed time, the day wheron
    Our solemn Feast comes round.
    This was a Statute giv’n of old
    For Israel to observe
    A Law of Jacobs God, to hold
    From whence they might not swerve.
    This he a Testimony ordain’d
    In Joseph, not to change,
    When as he pass’d through Aegypt land;
    The Tongue I heard, was strange.
    From burden, and from slavish toyle
    I set his shoulder free;
    His hands from pots, and mirie soyle
    Deliver’d were by me.
    When trouble did thee sore assaile,
    On me then didst thou call,
    And I to free thee did not faile,
    And led thee out of thrall.
    I answer’d thee in *thunder deep *Be Sether ragnam.
    With clouds encompass’d round;
    I tri’d thee at the water steep
    Of Meriba renown’d.
    Hear O my people, heark’n well,
    I testifie to thee
    Thou antient flock of Israel,
    If thou wilt list to mee,
    Through out the land of thy abode
    No alien God shall be
    Nor shalt thou to a forein God
    In honour bend thy knee.
    I am the Lord thy God which brought
    Thee out of Aegypt land
    Ask large enough, and I, besought,
    Will grant thy full demand.
    And yet my people would not hear,
    Nor hearken to my voice;
    And Israel whom I lov’d so dear
    Mislik’d me for his choice.
    Then did I leave them to their will
    And to their wandring mind;
    Their own conceits they follow’d still
    Their own devises blind
    O that my people would be wise
    To serve me all their daies,
    And O that Israel would advise
    To walk my righteous waies.
    Then would I soon bring down their foes
    That now so proudly rise,
    And turn my hand against all those
    That are their enemies.
    Who hate the Lord should then be fain
    To bow to him and bend,
    But they, His should remain,
    Their time should have no end.
    And he would free them from the shock
    With flower of finest wheat,
    And satisfie them from the rock
    With Honey for their Meat.


    Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
    Give ear in time of need,
    Who leadest like a flock of sheep
    Thy loved Josephs seed,
    That sitt’st between the Cherubs bright
    Between their wings out-spread
    Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
    And on our foes thy dread.
    In Ephraims view and Benjamins,
    And in Manasse’s sight
    Awake* thy strength, come, and be seen *Gnorera.
    To save us by thy might.
    Turn us again, thy grace divine
    To us O God vouchsafe;
    Cause thou thy face on us to shine
    And then we shall be safe.
    Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
    How long wilt thou declare
    Thy *smoaking wrath, and angry brow *Gnashanta.
    Against thy peoples praire.
    Thou feed’st them with the bread of tears,
    Their bread with tears they eat,
    And mak’st them* largely drink the tears *Shalish.
    Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
    A strife thou mak’st us and a prey
    To every neighbour foe,
    Among themselves they *laugh, they *play, *Jilgnagu.
    And *flouts at us they throw.
    Return us, and thy grace divine,
    O God of Hosts vouchsafe
    Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
    And then we shall be safe.
    A Vine from Aegypt thou hast brought,
    Thy free love made it thine,
    And drov’st out Nations proud and haut
    To plant this lovely Vine.
    Thou did’st prepare for it a place
    And root it deep and fast
    That it began to grow apace,
    And fill’d the land at last.
    With her green shade that cover’d all,
    The Hills were over-spread
    Her Bows as high as Cedars tall
    Advanc’d their lofty head.
    Her branches on the western side
    Down to the Sea she sent,
    And upward to that river wide
    Her other branches went.
    Why hast thou laid her Hedges low
    And brok’n down her Fence,
    That all may pluck her, as they go,
    With rudest violence?
    The tusked Boar out of the wood
    Up turns it by the roots,
    Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food
    Her Grapes and tender Shoots.
    Return now, God of Hosts, look down
    From Heav’n, thy Seat divine,
    Behold us, but without a frown,
    And visit this thy Vine.
    Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
    Hath set, and planted long,
    And the young branch, that for thy self
    Thou hast made firm and strong.
    But now it is consum’d with fire,
    And cut with Axes down,
    They perish at thy dreadfull ire,
    At thy rebuke and frown.
    Upon the man of thy right hand
    Let thy good hand be laid,
    Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
    Strong for thyself hast made.
    So shall we not go back from thee
    To wayes of sin and shame,
    Quick’n us thou, then gladly wee
    Shall call upon thy Name.
    Return us, and thy grace divine
    Lord God of Hosts voutsafe,
    Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
    And then we shall be safe.


    Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline,
    O hear me I thee pray,
    For I am poor, and almost pine
    With need, and sad decay.
    Preserve my soul, for *I have trod Heb. I am good, loving,
    Thy waies, and love the just, a doer of good and
    Save thou thy servant O my God holy things
    Who still in thee doth trust.
    Pity me Lord for daily thee
    I call; 4 O make rejoyce
    Thy Servants Soul; for Lord to thee
    I lift my soul and voice,
    For thou art good, thou Lord art prone
    To pardon, thou to all
    Art full of mercy, thou alone
    To them that on thee call.
    Unto my supplication Lord
    Give ear, and to the crie
    Of my incessant praiers afford
    Thy hearing graciously.
    I in the day of my distress
    Will call on thee for aid;
    For thou wilt grant me free access
    And answer, what I pray’d.
    Like thee among the gods is none
    O Lord, nor any works
    Of all that other Gods have done
    Like to thy glorious works.
    The Nations all whom thou hast made
    Shall come, and all shall frame
    To bow them low before thee Lord,
    And glorifie thy name.
    For great thou art, and wonders great
    By thy strong hand are done,
    Thou in thy everlasting Seat
    Remainest God alone.
    Teach me O Lord thy way most right,
    I in thy truth will hide,
    To fear thy name my heart unite
    So shall it never slide.
    Thee will I praise O Lord my God
    Thee honour, and adore
    With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
    Thy name for ever more.
    For great thy mercy is toward me,
    And thou hast free’d my Soul
    Eev’n from the lowest Hell set free
    From deepest darkness foul.
    O God the proud against me rise
    And violent men are met
    To seek my life, and in their eyes
    No fear of thee have set.
    But thou Lord art the God most mild
    Readiest thy grace to shew,
    Slow to be angry, and art stil’d
    Most mercifull, most true.
    O turn to me thy face at length,
    And me have mercy on,
    Unto thy servant give thy strength,
    And save thy hand-maids Son.
    Some sign of good to me afford,
    And let my foes then see
    And be asham’d, because thou Lord
    Do’st help and comfort me.


    Among the holy Mountains high
    Is his foundation fast,
    There Seated in his Sanctuary,
    His Temple there is plac’t.
    Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more
    Then all the dwellings faire
    Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,
    And all within his care.
    City of God, most glorious things
    Of thee abroad are spoke;
    I mention Egypt, where proud Kings
    Did our forefathers yoke,
    I mention Babel to my friends,
    Philistia full of scorn,
    And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,
    Lo this man there was born:
    But twise that praise shall in our ear
    Be said of Sion last
    This and this man was born in her,
    High God shall fix her fast.
    The Lord shall write it in a Scrowle
    That ne’re shall be out-worn
    When he the Nations doth enrowle
    That this man there was born.
    Both they who sing, and they who dance
    With sacred Songs are there,
    In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance
    And all my fountains clear.


    Semoga dapat menjadi referensi belajar yang baik untuk sahabat SBI semua ya 🙂