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L'Allegro - Continued.
Line 144. The hidden soul of harmony..
As ever in my great task-master's eye.
That old man eloquent.
xi. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
xix. They also serve who only stand and wait.
Sonnets - Continued.
Yet I argue not
Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
xxiii. But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked ; she fled; and day brought back my night.
The Reason of Church Government urged against
Prelaty. Book 2. A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancy, with his garland and singing robes about him.
By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to
as they should not willingly let it die.
and still air of delightful studies. Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet
Apology for Smectymnuss. He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a
Tract of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but strait conduct ye to a hillside, where I will point ye out the right path of a vertuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of vertue ; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Areopagitica. As good almost kill a Man, as kill a good Booke; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, God's Image; but he who destroys a good Booke kills reason itselfe. ...
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
A good book is the pretious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
History of England. Book 1. ad fin. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night
, and travailed through a Region of smooth or idle Dreams, our History now arrives on the Confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at far distance, true colors and shapes.
The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. For truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
Iconoclastes xxiiii. ad fin. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.
Fables from several Authors. Fable 398.
'Tis death to us.
Part i. Canto i. Line 45. We grant, altho' he had much wit, H' was very shy of using it.
Part i. Canto i. Line 51. Besides, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak. That Latin was no more difficile, Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.
Part i. Canto i. Line 67. He could distinguish, and divide A hair, 'twixt south and south-west side.
Part i. Canto i. Line 81.
For rhetoric, he could not ope
Part i. Canto i. Line 131. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.
Part i. Canto i. Line 149. He knew what's what, and that's as high As metaphysic wit can fly.