Quotes
Quotes - Milton
Now half appear'd
The tawny lion, pawing to get free
His hinder parts.
Indu'd
With sanctity of reason.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear
Seen in the galaxy, that milky way
Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd with stars.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
Her silent course advance
With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps
On her soft axle.
Be lowly wise:
Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
The sum of earthly bliss.
So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
Oft times nothing profits more
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd.
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
With a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
My unpremeditated verse.
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
