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Anon they move
His form had yet not lost
Let none admire
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Paradise Lost. Book ö. Line 1
Line 39. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44.
Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.
Line 47. My sentence is for open war.
Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse.
When the scourge
Th' ethereal mould
1 Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule ... as making the worse appear the better reason. - DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Socrates, .
2. Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair. - SHAKESPEARE : Benry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 3.
For who would lose,
Paradise Lost. Book ii, Line 146.
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
Long is the way
The low'ring element
1 Rubente dextera. - HORACE : Ode i. 2, 2.
In discourse more sweet;
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.
Line 565 Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Line 568. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hald, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, - extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix’d, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Line 620. Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire.
Line 628 The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either, - black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ?
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Line 699. So spake the grisly Terror.
Line 704 Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Line 707. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend.
Line 712. Hell Grew darker at their frown.
Line 719. I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh’d From all her caves, and back resounded, Death!
Line 787. I Sefore mine eyes in opposition sits trim Death, my son and foe.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill’d.
Line 845 On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
Line 879. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
Line 894 Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.