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Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks And Rivers Wide
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Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- L'Allegro, Line 75
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Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 302...
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Elephants endors'd with towers.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Regained, Book iii, Line 329...
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 49...
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Regained, Book iv, Line 327...
Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears....
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,-- As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv, The Worship of Aesculapius, Line 155...
When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act v, Sc. 2...
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 781...