And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked.
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The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

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PARADISE REGAINED.

Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts

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And eloquence.

Thence to the famous orators repair,

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Those ancient, whose resistiess eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democraty,

Just are the ways of God,

And justifiable to men.

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What boots it at one gate to make defence,

And at another to let in the foe?

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?

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For evil news rides post, while good news bates.

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Tame villatic fowl.

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COMUS.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire.
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould

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How sweetly did they float upon the wings

Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven-down

Of darkness till it smiled.

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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul,
And lap it in Elysium.

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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

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Virtue could see to do what virtue would

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

Were in the flat sea sunk.

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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun.

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The unsunned heaps

Of miser's treasure.

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So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her.

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How charming is divine philosophy!

Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;

But musical as is Apollo's lute,*

And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,

Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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I was all ear,

And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death.

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If this fail,

The pillared firmament is rottenness,

And earth's base built on stubble.

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What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,

Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

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Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

I come to pluck your berries, harsh and crude,

And, with forced fingers rude,

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* As sweet and musical

As bright Apollo's lute.

Love's Labour's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3.

He knew

Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

Without the meed of some melodious tear.

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair.

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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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Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.

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The pilot of the Galilean lake.

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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. Line 193.

IL PENSEROSO.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

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