 | Lines from Milton / Edgar Allan Poe
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Milton.
Yet some there are that by
due steps aspire
To lay their just hands on that golden key
That opes the palace of Eternity.
To lay their just hands on that golden key
That opes the palace of Eternity.
Comus
A spirit pure
As heads the spangled pavement of the sky
The gentle Philadel
As heads the spangled pavement of the sky
The gentle Philadel
Ib
Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles
That like to rich and various gems inlay
The unadorned bosom of the deep.
That like to rich and various gems inlay
The unadorned bosom of the deep.
Ib
But first I must put off
These my sky-robes.
These my sky-robes.
Ib
On sands and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Ib
What chance good lady, hath bereft you thus?
Dim darkness, and this leafy labyrinth.
Dim darkness, and this leafy labyrinth.
Ib
In such a scant allowance of starlight
Ib
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady
Or Tyrian Cynosure
Or Tyrian Cynosure
Ib
By the gaily-circling glass
We can see how minutes pass
By the hollow cask are told
How the waning night grows old.
We can see how minutes pass
By the hollow cask are told
How the waning night grows old.
Ib
All I hope of mortal man
Is to love me while he can
Is to love me while he can
Ib
See! here be all the pleasures
That Fancy can beget on youthful thoughts.
That Fancy can beget on youthful thoughts.
Ib
Losing youth is losing all.
Ib
The heart is wiser than the schools
The senses always reason well
The senses always reason well
Ib
Nor sighs nor murmurs but of gentle love
Whose woes delight—what must his pleasures then?
Whose woes delight—what must his pleasures then?
Ib
Thrice upon thy finger's tip
Thrice upon thy ruby lip.
Thrice upon thy ruby lip.
Ib
And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly
Which Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave
Which Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave
Ib
When day never shuts his eye
Up in the broad fields of the sky.
Up in the broad fields of the sky.
Ib
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.
To the corners of the moon.
Ib
Taught by virtue you may climb
Higher than the sphery chime
Or if virtue feeble were
Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Higher than the sphery chime
Or if virtue feeble were
Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Ib
May thy brimmed waves for this
Thy full tribute never miss
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl, and the golden ore
Thy full tribute never miss
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl, and the golden ore
Ib
He must not float upon his watery bier
Unwept—nor welter to the parching wind
Without the need of some melodious tear
Unwept—nor welter to the parching wind
Without the need of some melodious tear
Lycidas
Were it not better done as others use
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade
Or with the tangles of Neara's hair?
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade
Or with the tangles of Neara's hair?
Ib
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
That last infirmity of noble mind
To scorn delight, and live laborious days
That last infirmity of noble mind
To scorn delight, and live laborious days
Ib
Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Ib
What power? what spell? what mighty force if not
your learned hands can loose this Gordian Knot?
Hymns devout, and holy psalms
singing everlastingly.
What needs my Shakespeare for his sacred bones
An age of labor in a pile of stones
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew
Himself to sing.
your learned hands can loose this Gordian Knot?
Hymns devout, and holy psalms
singing everlastingly.
What needs my Shakespeare for his sacred bones
An age of labor in a pile of stones
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew
Himself to sing.
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