And over them triumphant Death his dart The world was all before them, where to choose Book xii. Line 646. PARADISE REGAINED. Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts Book iii. Line 56. And eloquence. Thence to the famous orators repair, Book iv. Line 240. Those ancient, whose resistiess eloquence Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? Line 560. He's gone, and who knows how he may report Line 1355. For evil news rides post, while good news bates. Line 1538. Tame villatic fowl. Line 1695. 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. Line 205. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Line 221. Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment? Line 244 How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, Of darkness till it smiled. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul, Line 256, Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Line 263. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. Line 373. He that has light within his own clear breast But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Line 81. The unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure. Line 398. So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, K Line 453 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. Line 476. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Line 560. If this fail, The pillared firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. Line 597 What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? Line 752. 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, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Line 3. * 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, Line 10. Line 14. Line 68. 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, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, Line 70. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Line 78. Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark. Line 101. The pilot of the Galilean lake. Line 109. 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 Line 168. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Line 193. IL PENSEROSO. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. Line 8. |