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JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe.

Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1.

Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd
Fast by the oracle of God.

Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16.

What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support,
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men."

Line 22. As far as angels' ken.

Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

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Where peace

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And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.

What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.

To be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering.
And out of good still to find means of evil.

Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors !

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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.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell :
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Line 261.

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.

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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.

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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.

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From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star. Line 742.

Fairy elves,
Whose midnight revels by a forest side
Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
Sits arbitress.

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High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Orinus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd
To that bad eminence.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1.
Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assur'd us.

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.

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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,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of upcreated night ?

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.

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With grave

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Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem’d
A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care ;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood,
With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
Drew audience and attention still as night
Or summer's noontide air.
The palpable obscure.

Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.

The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.

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1 Rubente dextera. — HORACE : Ode i. 2, 2.

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