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Comus — Contiwued.
Line 101. Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
Line 109. The pilot of the Galilean lake.
1 A cMas — Continued.
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
L' Allegro — Continued.
SONNETS, vii. As ever in my great task-master's eye.
That old man eloquent.
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
xvi. Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
xix. They also serve who only stand and wait.
Sonnets — Continued.
Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
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 aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
Apology for Smectymnuss. He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.