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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued)
 
2770
    I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandering moon
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heav’n’s wide pathless way;
And oft, as if her head she bow’d,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
          Il Penseroso. Line 65.
2771
    Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
          Il Penseroso. Line 79.
2772
    Far from all resort of mirth
Save the cricket on the hearth.
          Il Penseroso. Line 81.
2773
    Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In sceptred pall come sweeping by,
Presenting Thebes, or Pelops’ line,
Or the tale of Troy divine.
          Il Penseroso. Line 97.
2774
    Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto’s cheek.
          Il Penseroso. Line 105.
2775
    Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.
          Il Penseroso. Line 109.
2776
    Where more is meant than meets the ear.
          Il Penseroso. Line 120.
2777
    When the gust hath blown his fill,
Ending on the rustling leaves
With minute drops from off the eaves.
          Il Penseroso. Line 128.
2778
    Hide me from day’s garish eye.
          Il Penseroso. Line 141.
2779
    And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
          Il Penseroso. Line 159.
2780
    Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
          Il Penseroso. Line 173.
2781
    Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
          Arcades. Line 68.
2782
    Under the shady roof
Of branching elm star-proof.
          Arcades. Line 88.