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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.
Line 244. mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
Comus - Continued.
I was all ear,
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.
His rod reversed,
Line 1012. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run.
He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
The pilot of the Galilean lake.
Lycidas - Continued.
Line 168. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
Sweet bird, that shunn’st the noise of folly,
Line 159. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light.
Line 25. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Line 79. Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
Herbs, and other country messes,
Line 117. Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.