Quote #89

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.

More from John Milton

  1. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.
  2. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
  3. 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…
  4. But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, …
  5. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
  6. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold.
  7. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
  8. Where more is meant than meets the ear.

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