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JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1.
Or if Sion hill
Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16.
What in me is dark
Line 22. As far as angels' ken.
Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
What though the field be lost?
To be weak is miserable,
Farewell happy fields,
1 But vindicate the ways of God to man. – POPE: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 16.
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.
Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle.
Line 275. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Line 302. Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
Line 330. Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Line 423. Execute their airy purposes.
Line 430. When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Line 500. Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Line 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host
sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Line 540.
1 See Book iv. line 75.
2 Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. - GRAY : The Burd, i. 2, line 6.
Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549.
His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear’d Less than archangel ruin'd, and th’excess Of glory obscur'd.
Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Line 597. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Line 648. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.
Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best Deserve the precious bane.
Line 690. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Paradise Lost. Book ii. 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.
Line 75. When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance.
Line 90. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Line 105. But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason,' to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
Line 112. Th’ ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
1 Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule ..
... as making the worse appear the better reason. DIOGENES LAERTIU'S: Socrates, v.
2 Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair. - SHAKESPEARE : Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 3.
For who would lose,
Paradise Lost. Book ü. Line 146. His red right hand."
Line 174. Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd.
Line 185. The never-ending flight Of future days.
Line 221. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements.
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.