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| John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
| 2691 |
| Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. |
| Comus. Line 5. |
| 2692 |
| That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. |
| Comus. Line 13. |
| 2693 |
| The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. |
| Comus. Line 38. |
| 2694 |
| I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. |
| Comus. Line 43. |
| 2695 |
| Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush’d the sweet poison of misused wine. |
| Comus. Line 46. |
| 2696 |
| These my sky-robes spun out of Iris’ woof. |
| Comus. Line 83. |
| 2697 |
| The star that bids the shepherd fold. |
| Comus. Line 93. |
| 2698 |
| Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. |
| Comus. Line 103. |
| 2699 |
| Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th’ Indian steep From her cabin’d loop-hole peep. |
| Comus. Line 138. |
| 2700 |
| When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer’s weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus’ wain. |
| Comus. Line 188. |
| 2701 |
| A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck’ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men’s names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. |
| Comus. Line 205. |
| 2702 |
| O welcome, pure-ey’d Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! |
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| 2703 |
| Was I deceiv’d, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? |
| Comus. Line 221. |
| 2704 |
| Can any mortal mixture of earth’s mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? |
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