Unless there be who think not God at all. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, But who is this, what thing of sea or land, - That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger? Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, Line 560. Line 710. Love once possess'd. 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. Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Line 1721. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. That golden key Comus. Line 5. That opes the palace of eternity. The nodding horror of whose shady brows What never yet was heard in tale or song, Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof. The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 13. Line 38. Line 43. Line 46. Line 83. Line 93. Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Line 103. Line 138. Line 188. Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, Line 205. O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Line 213. Was I deceiv'd, 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 Comus. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul That in the colours of the rainbow live, It were a journey like the path to heaven, With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. Virtue could see to do what virtue would Where with her best nurse Contemplation Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. Of miser's treasure. The unsunn'd heaps "T is chastity, my brother, chastity: Some say no evil thing that walks by night, Line 298. Line 303. Line 340. Line 373. Line 398. Line 420. Comus. Line 432. That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, Line 453. How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476. And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. Line 496. Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. Line 550. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Line 560. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; 1 See Shakespeare, page 56. Line 631 Line 646 And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. It is for homely features to keep home, Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, Line 727. Line 748. Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Line 776. Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. Line 859. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 1012. Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her. I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Line 1022. Lycidas. Line 3. Line 10. |