...have Hid them in some flow'ry cave. Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere ! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. JOUN MILTON, 1608-1674. LIFE. Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, / Or...

...have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of parly, daughter of the sphere, So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give- resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. COMUS. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould. Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment ; Sure something...

...That likest thy Narcissus are ? Oh! if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, So mayst thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies COMUS. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something...

...have Hid them in some flow'ry cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere ! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. JOHN MILTON, 1608-1674. LIFE. Like to the falling of a star, Or as the nights of eagles are, Or like...

...have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere, So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies." Milton has imitated the story of Narcissus in the account which he makes Eve give of the first sight...

...in some flowery cave,« Tell me but where,1 *•• Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere ! ' So mayst thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. J Enter Coves. Com. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment...

...in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere ! So mayest thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. Enter COMUS. Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment...

...have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet qneen of parley, daughter of the sphere! So mayst thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. Enter Conius. Contus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchaining ravishment?...

...have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere ! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. MILTON. TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lovest to greet the early...

...have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere! So mayst thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. Enter Counts. Camus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?...