Quote #92
Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold.
More from John Milton
- 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, …
- Where more is meant than meets the ear.
- Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
- When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves.
- Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.
- Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such cons…
- Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.
- And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In servi…