John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
2794 |
As ever in my great Taskmaster’s eye. |
On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three. |
2795 |
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground. |
When the Assault was intended to the City. |
2796 |
That old man eloquent. |
To the Lady Margaret Ley. |
2797 |
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. |
On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises. |
2798 |
License they mean when they cry, Liberty! For who loves that must first be wise and good. |
On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises. |
2799 |
Peace hath her victories No less renown’d than war. |
To the Lord General Cromwell. |
2800 |
Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks and stones. |
On the late Massacre in Piedmont. |
2801 |
Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o’er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait. |
On his Blindness. |
2802 |
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste? |
To Mr. Lawrence. |
2803 |
In mirth that after no repenting draws. |
Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner. |
2804 |
For other things mild Heav’n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. |
Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner. |
2805 |
Yet I argue not Against Heav’n’s hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. |
Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner. |
2806 |
Of which all Europe rings from side to side. |
Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner. |
2807 |
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin’d, I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night. |
On his Deceased Wife. |