COMUS. Line 5. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth. Line 205 A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Was I deceived, Line 221. or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? Line 244. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Line 249. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Who, as Line 256. And lap it in Elysium. they sung, would take the prisoned soul Line 373. Virtue could see to do what virtue would Comus-Continued. By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. Line 381. He that has light within his own clear breast Line 453. So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, Line 476. How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose; And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Line 560. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Line 752. What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that, Line 790. Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Line 10. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Line 14. Without the meed of some melodious tear. Line 70. 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, Line 101. Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark. Lycidas-Continued. Line 168. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, Line 193. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. IL PENSEROSO. Line 8. The gay motes that people the sun-beams. Line 39. And looks commercing with the skies, Line 61. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Line 105. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Line 120. Where more is meant than meets the ear. Line 159. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light. L' ALLEGRO. Line 25. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Line 31. Sport that wrinkled Care derides, Line 67. And every shepherd tells his tale Line 79. Where perhaps some beauty lies, Line 85. Herbs, and other country messes, Line 117. Towered cities please us then, Rain influence. Line 121. Ladies, whose bright eyes |