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Page 26 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Page 31 - To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay...
Page 29 - Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Whom once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And let my gravestone be your oracle.
Page 29 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew And saw the lion's shadow ere himself And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Page 100 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Page 33 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the spring by following her, For other print her airy steps ne'er left. Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west wind she shot along, And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot.
Page 102 - Down thither prone in flight He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing: Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan Winnows the buxom air...
Page 57 - He through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due— Their visages and stature as of gods ! 570 Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories : for never since created man PARADISE LOST—BK.
Page 102 - Moon that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest, With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that flies, And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness called up light.
Page 44 - ... as without the sun, the world's great eye, All colours, beauties, both of Art and Nature, Are given in vain to men, so without love All beauties bred in women are in vain ; All virtues born in men lie buried, For love informs them as the sun doth colours, And as the sun, reflecting his warm beams Against the earth, begets all fruits and flowers ; So love, fair shining in the inward man, Brings forth in him the honourable fruits Of valour, wit, virtue, and haughty thoughts, Brave resolution, and...