[Samson Agonistes continued. He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? Line 1350. For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Line 1721. COMUS. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Comus continued.] Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on the Indian steep Line 138. When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Line 188. Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Line 213. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Line 221. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Line 244. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium. Line 256. [Comus continued. Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Line 263. I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, And play i' th' plighted clouds. Line 298. It were a journey like the path to heaven, Line 303. With thy long-levell'd rule of streaming light. Line 340. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. Line 373. He that has light within his own clear breast Line 381. The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. Line 398. 'Tis chastity, my Brother, chastity: Line 420. Some say no evil thing that walks by night. Line 432. Comus continued.] So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, How charming is divine philosophy! Line 453. Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose; And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Line 476. Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. Line 550. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Line 560. If this fail, Line 597. The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil: Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, Line 631. And yet came off. Line 646. 1 As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. [Comus continued. And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. It is for homely features to keep home, Line 727. Line 748. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Swinish gluttony Line 752. Ne'er looks to heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, Line 776. That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Line 790. His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Line 816. Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 859. Line 1012. Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her. Line 1022. |