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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued)

That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o’er true virginity.

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So dear to heav’n is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heav’nly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on th’ outward shape.

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How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo’s lute, 1
And a perpetual feast of nectar’d sweets
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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And sweeten’d every musk-rose of the dale.

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2718

Fill’d the air with barbarous dissonance.

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I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.

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That power
Which erring men call Chance.

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If this fail,
The pillar’d firmament is rottenness,
And earth’s base built on stubble.

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The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flow’r, but not in this soil;
Unknown, and like esteem’d, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

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Enter’d the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off.

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Note 1.
See Shakespeare, Love’s Labour ’s Lost, Quotation 30. [back]

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