John Milton on Stars
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“The starry cope Of heaven.”
“At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.”
“A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars.”
“Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east.”
“Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing in their golden urns draw light, And hence the morning planet gilds her horns.”
“And made the stars, And set them in the firmament of heav'n, T' illuminate the earth, and rule the day In their vicissitude, and rule the night.”
“Brightest seraph, tell In which of all these shining orbs hath man His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none, But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell.”
“So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.”
“Now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.”