How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smil'd!
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 249
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smil'd!
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 249
Related:
- Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line... - O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel,
girt with golden wings! -- John Milton (1608-1674)... - And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - The star that bids the shepherd fold.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasure.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: hail,
horrors! -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost...
