Book v

. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 905._

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased. With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet!

_The Task. Book vi . Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1._

Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books.

_The Task. Book vi . Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85._

Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

_The Task. Book vi . Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96._

Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.

_The Task.