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The olive grove of Academe,
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.
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.
These my sky-robes spun out of Iris’ woof. Line 83 The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 03
Midnight shout and revelry
Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
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,
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
Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
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
The unsunned heaps
'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,
Comus. Line 15 i.
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.