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His rod reversed,
Line 1012. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run.
He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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.
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.
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Line 159. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light.
Line 25. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
Line 79. Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
Herbs, and other country messes,
Line 117. Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
L'Allegro -- Continued.
Line 144. The hidden soul of harmony.
As ever in my great task-master's eye.
Chat old man eloquent.
xi. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
xix. They also serve who only stand and wait.
Sonnets -- Continued.
Yet I argue not
Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
xxiii. But 0, 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 gs, ought himself to be