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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 Chimeras 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. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim 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. Line 910.
To compare Great things with small.
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921. O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Line 948. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Line 995. So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
Line 1021. And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Line 1051. Hail holy light ! offspring of heav'n first-born.
Book iii. Line 1. The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Line 11. Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.
Line 37. Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Line 40. Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Line 99. See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
1 Compare great things with small. – VIRGIL: Eclogues, i. 24; Georgics, iv. 176. Cowley: The Motto. DRYDEN : Ovid, Metamorphoses, book i. line 727. TICKELL : Poem on Hunting. Pope: Windsor Forest.
Dark with excessive bright.
Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380. Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.
Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
Line 495. And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Line 686. The hell within him.
Book iv. Line 20. Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, - wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
Line 23. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.
Line 34. A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd.
Line 55. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Line 73. Such joy ambition finds.
Line 92. Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Line 96. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good.
1 Ye little stars ! hide your diminished rays. – Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iii. line 282.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew,
Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122.
Line 162. And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.
A heaven on earth.
Flowers worthy of paradise.
Proserpine gathering flowers,
And with necessity,
I See Herrick, page 203
2 Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves. — WilLIAM Pirt: Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783.