Cowley continued.] Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.1 The monster London Davideis. Vol. i. Book I. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, Of Solitude. God the first garden made, and the first city Th' assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. St. 37. 1 One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. - Southey, The Doctor, p. 63. 2 Cf. Cowper, p. 360. EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. The soul's dark cottage, battéred and decayed,' Verses upon his Divine Poesy. Under the tropic is our language spoke, A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : On a Girdle. How small a part of time they share Go, lovely rose. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.2 To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People. 1 Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. Fuller, The Holy and the Profane State, Book i. Ch. ii. 2 Cf. Byron, p. 467. Marquis of Montrose. Waller continued.] Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, For all we know 169 Panegyric on Cromwell. Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing and that they love. While I listen to thy voice. Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, Divine Love. Canto iii. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all. My Dear and only Love.1 I'll make thee glorious by my pen, Ibid. 1 From Napier's Mem. of Montrose, Vol. i. App. xxxiv. That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all. From Napier's Montrose and the Covenanters, Vol. ii. p. 566. JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. PARADISE LOST. Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit Book i. Line I. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed. Fast by the oracle of God. Book i. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Booki. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; As far as Angel's ken. Book i. Line 22. Book i. Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Book i. Line 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. Book i. Line 65. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, Book i. Line 105. To be weak is miserable, Paradise Lost continued.] Doing or suffering. Book i. Line 157. And out of good still to find means of evil. Book i. Line 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells: hail, horrors; hail. Book i. Line 249. A mind not to be changed by place or time. Here we may reign secure, and in my choice Book i. Line 261 Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge His spear, to equal which the tallest pine, Book i. Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. Book i. Line 302. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen! Book i. Line 330. |