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The olive grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244.

Thence to the famous orators repair,

Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence

Wielded at will that fierce democratic,

Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,

To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Line 2G7.

Socrates ....

Whom well inspired the ciracle pronounced

Wisest of men. Line 274.

Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. Line 327.

As children gathering pebbles on the shore. Line 330.

Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Line 426.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,

Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse

Without all hope of day! Samson Agonistes. Line 80.

The sun to me is dark

And silent as the moon,

When she deserts the night

Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 3".

Ran on embattled armies clad in iron. Line 129.

Just are the ways of God,

And justifiable to men;

Unless there be who think not God at all. Line 2D3.

What boots it at one gate to make defence,

And at another to let in the foe? Line 560. But who is this? what thing of sea or land?

Female of sex it seems,

That so hedeeked, ornate, and gay,

Comes this way sailing

Like a stately ship

Of Tarsus, bound for the isles

Of Javan or Gadire,

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,

Sails filled, and streamers waving,

Courted by all the winds that hold them play,

An amber scent of odorous perfume

Her harbinger. Samson Agon'utet. Line 710.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,

After offenee returning, to regain

Love once possessed. Line 1003.

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.

Line 15-OS. And as an evening dragon came, A ssailant on the perched roosts And nests in order ranged Of tame villa tie fowl. Line 1692.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail

')r knoek 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.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

Which men call Earth. Cvmus. Line h.

That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Line 13.

The nodding horror of whose shady hrows. Line 38.

From out the purple grape

Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
Camus. Line46

These my sky-robes spun out of Iris’ woof. Line 83 The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 03

Midnight shout and revelry
Tipsy dance and jollity. Line 103

Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
The nice morn, on the Indian steep
From her cabined loop-hole peep. Line 133

When the gray-hooded even, Like a sad votarist in palmer’s weed,

Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phmbus’ wain. Line l88 A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men’s names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Line 205

O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel, girt with golden wings! Line 213

Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud

Turn forth her silver lining on the night? Line 221.

Can any mortal mixture of earth’s mould

Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Line 244.

How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
of darkness till it smiled ! Linc 249

Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And lap it in Elysium. Line 256

Such sober eertainty of waking bliss. Comut. Line 263.

I took it for a faery vision

Of some gay creatures of the element.

That in the eolours of the rainbow live,

And play i' the plighted clouds. Line 298.

It were a journey like the path to heaven,

To help you find them. Line 303.

With thy long-levelled rule of streaming light. Line 340.

Virtue eould see to do what virtue would

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self

Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude.

Where, with her best nurse Contemplation,

She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings,

That in the various bustle of resort

Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impaired. Line 373.

He that has light within his own elear breast
May sit i' the eentre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun. Line 381.

The unsunned heaps
Of miser's treasure. Line 398.

'T is chastity, my brother, chastity :

She that has that is clad in eomplete steel. Line 420.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,

In fog, or fire, by lake or moorish fen,

Blue meagre hag, or stubborn uulaid ghost

That breaks his magie chains at curfew time,

No goblin or swart fairy of the mine,

Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Line 432.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream, and solemn vision,
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heavenly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape.

Comus. Line 15 i.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,1
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476.

And sweetened every musk-rose of the dale. Lint 496.

Filled the air with barbarous dissonance. Line 550.

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Line 500.

That power Which erring men call Chance. Line 587.

If this fail, The pillared firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. Line 507.

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,

But in another country, as he said,

Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil:

Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain

Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Line 631.

1 As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's late.

Shakespeare, Love's Labour Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3.

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