...tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compast round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Yisit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east. Still govern thou my song, so Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus...

...evil days ; 25 On evil days though fallen,3 and evil tongues ; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ! yet not alone, while thou Visit'st...Morn Purples the East : still govern thou my song, 30 Urania ! and fit audience find, though few : But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus...

...though fallen, and evil tongues; In Darkness, and with "dangers compass'd round, And solitudes yef not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly,...morn Purples the east: still govern thou my song, 30 Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Eut drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus...

...on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and ovil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers eompaee'd round, And solitude: yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the eaet. Still govern thou my aong, Urania: and fit audience find, though fe\v. That his inward light...

...compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thon Visitest my slumbers nightly, or when morn _ Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. . it'.witL HF .-vn suiry lieei'L stm,tv, and wis mirrrtidu rnid 'It-iji muse, to l Oi' ti;ing so Iri^li...

...days, On evil days though fallen and evil tongues. Paradise Lost — Continued. Book vii. Line 30. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Book viii. Line 84. Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. Book viii. Line 282. And feel that I am happier...

...the greatest happiness of the greatest number. We can hardly imagine him invoking her like Milton : " Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few." Still less can we imagine him, like the blind old HH bard, feeding his soul with visions of posthumous...

...the greatest happiness of the greatest number. We can hardly imagine him invoking her like Milton: " Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few." Still less can we imagine him, like the bhnd old bard, feeding his soul with visions of posthumous...

...the greatest happiness of the greatest number. We can hardly imagine him invoking her like Milton: " Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few." Still less can we imagine him, like the blmd old HH bard, feeding his soul with visions of posthumous...

...tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit's! my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east...Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive tar off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tote...