Book iv. Line 330.
As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
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SAMSON AGONISTES.
Line 293.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men.
Line 1350.
He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
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COMUS.
Line 205.
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Line 221.
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Line 244.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
Line 256.
Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Line 381.
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun,
Line 476.
How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Line 560.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the rib of Death.
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