|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Milton. (16081674) (continued)|
| Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot|
Which men call earth.
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| That golden key|
That opes the palace of eternity.
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| The nodding horror of whose shady brows|
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
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| I will tell you now|
What never yet was heard in tale or song,
From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.
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| Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape|
Crushd the sweet poison of misused wine.
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| These my sky-robes spun out of Iris woof.|
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| The star that bids the shepherd fold.|
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| Midnight shout and revelry,|
Tipsy dance and jollity.
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| Ere the blabbing eastern scout,|
The nice morn, on th Indian steep
From her cabind loop-hole peep.
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| When the gray-hooded Even,|
Like a sad votarist in palmers weed,
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phbus wain.
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| A thousand fantasies|
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable mens names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
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| O welcome, pure-eyd Faith, white-handed Hope,|
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
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| Was I deceivd, or did a sable cloud|
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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| Can any mortal mixture of earths mould|
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
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