|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Milton. (16081674) (continued)|
| Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.|
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| Towerd cities please us then,|
And the busy hum of men.
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| Ladies, whose bright eyes|
Rain influence, and judge the prize.
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| Such sights as youthful poets dream|
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonsons learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancys child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
| LAllegro. Line 129.|
| And ever against eating cares|
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse, 1
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
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| Untwisting all the chains that tie|
The hidden soul of harmony.
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| The gay motes that people the sunbeams.|
| Il Penseroso. Line 8.|
| And looks commercing with the skies,|
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
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| Forget thyself to marble.|
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| And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet,|
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
| Il Penseroso. Line 45.|
| And add to these retired Leisure,|
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
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| Sweet bird, that shunst the noise of folly,|
Most musical, most melancholy!
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