Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Quotes from Comus — John Milton
1608–1674 England
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The star that bids the shepherd fold,
Now the top of heaven doth hold.
I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
Or that power
Which erring men call chance.
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
But such a sacred and home-felt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss,
I never heard till now.
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
Chaos, that reigns here
In double night of darkness and of shades.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastic round.
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call Earth.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
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