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John Milton :
How shall I behold the face Henceforth of God or Angel, earst with joy And rapture so oft beheld? those heav'nly shapes Will dazle now this earthly, with thir blaze Insufferably bright. O might I here In solitude live savage, in some glade Obscur'd, where highest Woods impenetrable To Starr or Sun-light, spread thir umbrage broad, And brown as Eevening: Cover me ye Pines, Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more. But let us now, as in bad plight, devise What best may for the present serve to hide The Parts of each from other, that seem most To Shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen, Some Tree whose broad smooth Leaves together sowd, And girded on our loins, my cover round Those middle parts, that this new commer, Shame, There sit not, and reproach us as unclean.
[John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IX, l. 1080-1098). TOF. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.]
John Donne :
I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country formed, and whom the town; Her who believes, and her who tries; Her who still weeps with spongy eyes; And her who is dry cork, and never cries. I can love her, and her, and you and you, I can love any, so she be not true.
[John Donne (1572-1631), British poet. The Indifferent (l. 1-9). . . The Complete English Poems [John Donne]. A. J. Smith, ed. (1971) Penguin Books.]
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Dudley Nichols :
Brown: Gentlemen, I am the bearer of joyful tidings. We leave this charming paradise tomorrow. Quincannon: Paradise! It's the devil's own backyard. Sanders: Don't jest Quincannon. You know what this place really is. Quincannon: I do. And I can tell you in fifty words and every one of them forbidden. Sanders: If you'd read your Bible instead of hanging around canteens and native quarters all your life, you'd know that Mesopotamia, this, this very spot you're standing on this very minute is the, the actual Garden of Eden. Quincannon: The Garden of Eden, the Garden of Eden, how are ya. I tell ya, it'd take no angel with a flamin' sword to drive me out. Sanders: That's blasphemy Quincannon. Quincannon: Blasphemy. Are you aware you're talking to a man who was for ten years an altar boy.
[Dudley Nichols (1895-1960), U.S. screenwriter, Garrett Fort, co-scenarist, and John Ford. Brown (Reginald Denny), Quincannon (J.M. Kerrigan), Sanders (Boris Karloff), The Lost Patrol, religious zealot Sanders explains that the desert they are lost in is the biblical Garden of Eden (1934). Based on the story "Patrol," by Philip MacDonald.]
Herman Melville :
Hidden in the cap Is the anguish none can draw; So your future veils its face, Shenandoah! But the streaming beard is shown (Weird John Brown), The meteor of the war.
[Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. poet, novelist. The Portent. . . Selected Poems of Herman Melville. Hennig Cohen, ed. (1991) Fordham University Press.]
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Walt Whitman :
I cease my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee, O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the grey-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo aroused in my soul, With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,
[Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Memories of President Lincoln (l. 18-20). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.]
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Walt Whitman :
Two feathered guests from Alabama, two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown, And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand, And every day the she-bird crouched on her nest, silent, with bright eyes, And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them, Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.
[Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking (l. 26-31). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.]
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John Greenleaf Whittier :
'I'm sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you, Because'Mthe brown eyes lower fell— 'Because, you see, I love you!' Still memory to a grey-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing.
[John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. poet. In School-Days (l. 33-40). . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.]
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John Milton :
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime
[John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Lycidas (l. 1-8). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.]
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T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot :
The river's tent is broken; the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends Or other testimony of summer nights.
[T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888-1965), U.S.-born—British poet, critic. The Waste Land, "The Fire Sermon."]
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Wallace Stevens :
The rich earth, of its own self made rich, Fertile of its own leaves and days and wars, Of its brown wheat rapturous in the wind, The nature of its women in the air, The stern voices of its necessitous men, This chorus as of those that wanted to live.
[Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Things of August."]
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