Waller continued.] Marquis of Montrose. 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, And famous by my sword. 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 1. 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. Book i. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; 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. Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Book i. Line 500. Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: Book i. Line 540. In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 550. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured. Book i. Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds Book i. Line 597. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Book i. Line 619. Paradise Lost continued.] Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Book i. Line 648. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. Book i. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Book i. Line 690. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, Faëry elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side, High on a throne of royal state, which far |