Comus-Continued.

Line 816.

His rod reversed,

And backward mutters of dissevering power.

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But now my task is smoothly done,

I can fly, or I can run.

LYCIDAS.

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He knew

Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

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Without the meed of some melodious tear.

Line 70.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)

To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,

Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.

Line 109.

The pilot of the Galilean lake.

Lycidas-Continued.

Line 168.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

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To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

IL PENSEROSO.

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The gay motes that people the sun-beams.

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And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!

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Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing

Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

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Where more is meant than meets the ear.

Line 159.

And storied windows richly dight,

Casting a dim, religious light.

L' ALLEGRO.

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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,

Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles.

Line 31.

Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as you go,

On the light, fantastic toe.

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And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

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Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.

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Herbs, and other country messes,

Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses.

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Towered cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men.

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Ladies, whose bright eyes

Rain influence.

L'Allegro-Continued.

Line 132.

If Jonson's learned sock be on,

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

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Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

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The hidden soul of harmony.

SONNETS.

vii.

As ever in my great task-master's eye.

That old man eloquent.

X.

xi.

That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.

xvi.

Peace hath her victories

No less renowned than war.

xix.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Sonnets-Continued.

xxii.

Yet I argue not

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Of which all Europe rings from side to side.

xxiii.

But O, as to embrace me she inclined,

I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.

The Reason of Church Government urged against Prelaty. Book 2.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancy, with his garland and singing robes about him.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

Apology for Smectymnuss.

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.