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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.*
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine;
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poetry ;
Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
* God made the country, and man made the town.
COWPER. The Task. Book i.
EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.
HE soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,* Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.
Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
Under the tropic is our language spoke,
Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.
A narrow compass! and yet there
How small a part of time they share
On a Girdle.
Go, lovely Rose.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.+
To a Lady singing a Song of his composing.
* Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
FULLER. Holy and Profane States. Book i. ch. ii.
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart.
BYRON. English Bards.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing and that they love.
While I listen to thy voice.
MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650.
E either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch
To gain or lose it all.
Song, My Dear and only Love.
I'll make thee glorious by my pen,
And famous by my sword.
JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.
F Man's first disobedience and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe.
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See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart
T. MOORE. Corruption.
Or if Sion-hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God.
Book i. Line 10.
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
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And justify the ways of God to men.
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As far as Angel's ken.
Book i. Line 59.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
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And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
What though the field be lost,
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
To be weak is miserable
Doing or suffering.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
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Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells! hail, horrors! hail.
Book i. Line 249.
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
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Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
Heard so oft
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In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
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Book i. Line 292.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
Book i. Line 303.
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Book i. Line 500.