Quote #86
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
More from John Milton
- And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
- I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray…
- And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
- Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.
- Forget thyself to marble.
- Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.
- And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
- Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.