John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
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| I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav’n’s wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow’d, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. |
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| Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. |
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| Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth. |
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| Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops’ line, Or the tale of Troy divine. |
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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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| Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. |
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| Where more is meant than meets the ear. |
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| When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves. |
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| Hide me from day’s garish eye. |
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| And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. |
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| Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. |
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| Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. |
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| Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. |
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