Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Il Penseroso. Line 65.
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
Il Penseroso. Line 79.
Far from all resort of mirth
Save the cricket on the hearth.
Il Penseroso. Line 81.