• From “Comus”
    THE LADY.—This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
    My best guide now; methought it was the sound
    Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
    Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
    Stirs up amongst the loose, unlettered hinds,
    When for their teeming flocks and granges full
    In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
    ...

  • From “Comus”
    SPIRIT.—There is a gentle nymph not far from hence
    That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream.
    Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;
    Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,
    That had the sceptre from his father Brute.
    She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit
    Of her enragèd stepdame Guendolen,
    Commended her...

  • Hence, loathed Melancholy,
      Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
      In Stygian cave forlorn,
    ’Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!
      Find out some uncouth cell,
    Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings,
    And the night-raven sings;
    There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks,
    As ragged as thy locks,...

  • Hence, vain deluding joys,
      The brood of Folly without father bred!
      How little you bestead,
    Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toys!
      Dwell in some idle brain,
    And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
    As thick and numberless
    As the gay motes that people the sunbeams,—
    Or likest hovering dreams,
      The tickle...

  • What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones,
    The labor of an age in pilèd stones?
    Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
    Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
    Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
    What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name?
    Thou in our wonder and astonishment
    Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
    For...

  • From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV.
    TWO of far nobler shape, erect and tall,
    Godlike erect, with native honor clad
    In naked majesty, seemed lords of all:
    And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine
    The image of their glorious Maker shone,
    Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure,
    (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed,)
    Whence...

  • From “Paradise Lost,” Book VI.
    THE ARRAY
                        NOW went forth the morn,
    Such as in highest heaven, arrayed in gold
    Empyreal; from before her vanished night,
    Shot through with orient beams; when all the plain
    Covered with thick embattled squadrons bright,
    Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds,
    Reflecting blaze on...

  • Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
    Not of war only, but detractions rude,
    Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
    To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,
    And on the neck of crownèd fortune proud
    Hast reared God’s trophies, and his work pursued,
    While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots inbued,
    And Dunbar field...