John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
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| O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. |
| Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough. |
| 2784 |
| Such as may make thee search the coffers round. |
| At a Vacation Exercise. Line 31. |
| 2785 |
| No war or battle’s sound Was heard the world around. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 53. |
| 2786 |
| Time will run back and fetch the age of gold. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 135. |
| 2787 |
| Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 172. |
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| The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 173. |
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| From haunted spring and dale Edg’d with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 184. |
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| Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim. |
| Hymn on Christ’s Nativity. Line 197. |
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| What needs my Shakespeare for his honour’d bones,— The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow’d relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name? |
| Epitaph on Shakespeare. |
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| And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. |
| Epitaph on Shakespeare. |
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| Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. 1 |
| Sonnet to the Nightingale. |
| Note 1. See Chaucer, Quotation 57. [back] |