Quote #82
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
More from John Milton
- The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
- Forget thyself to marble.
- Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!
- And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
- Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mir…
- And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
- Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
- Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!