| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | John Milton. (16081674) (continued) |
| | | 2770 | 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 heavns wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bowd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. |
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| 2771 | Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. |
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| 2772 | Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth. |
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| 2773 | 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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| 2774 | Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Plutos cheek. |
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| 2775 | Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. |
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| 2776 | | Where more is meant than meets the ear. |
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| 2777 | When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves. |
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| 2778 | | Hide me from days garish eye. |
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| 2779 | And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. |
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| 2780 | Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. |
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| 2781 | | Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. |
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| 2782 | Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. |
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