The Sophy. A Tragedy. Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year. EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. Verses upon his Divine Poesy. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,* As they draw near to their eternal home. Upon the death of the Lord Protector. Under the tropic is our language spoke, On a Girdle. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Take all the rest the sun goes round. Go, lovely Rose. How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair; *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. Holy and Profane State. Book i. ch. ii. FULLER. To a Lady singing a Song of his composing. Which, on the shaft that made him die, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. Song, "My Dear and only Love." I'll make thee famous by my pen, WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648. On Shakespeare. Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. PARADISE LOST. Book i. Line 10. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God. Book i. Line 22. What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; Book i. Line 62. Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible. Book i. Line 65. Where peace And rest can never dwell: hope never comes, That comes to all. Book i. Line 105. What though the field be lost? All is not lost. Paradise Lost-Continued. Book i. Line 249. Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells! Hail horrors; hail. Book i. Line 253. A mind not to be changed by place or time. Book i. Line 261. Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. Book i. Line 275. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Book i. Line 303. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower. Book i. Line 330. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen! Book i. Line 540. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Paradise Lost - Continued. Book i. Line 550. In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 591. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Book i. Line 597. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds Book i. Line 619. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Book i. Line 679. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven. Book i. Line 742. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day. Book ii. Line 2. The wealth of Ormus and of Ind. Book ii. Line 5. By merit raised To that bad eminence. |