In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air At certain revolutions all the damn'd Line 565. Line 568. Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine 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. Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head Satan was now at hand. Line 620. Line 628. Line 666. 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. So spake the grisly Terror. Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Line 699. Line 704. Line 707. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Hell Grew darker at their frown. 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 712. Line 719. Line 787. Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate 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. Great things with small.1 To compare Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921. O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, So he with difficulty and labour hard The rising world of waters dark and deep. Harmonious numbers. Thus with the year Line 948. Line 995. Line 1021. Line 1051. Book iii. Line 1. Seasons return; but not to me returns Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, Line 11. Line 37. Line 40. Line 99. Line 337. 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, Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill The hell within him. Now conscience wakes despair Line 474. Line 495. Line 686. Book iv. Line 20. Of what he was, what is, and what must be By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, Such joy ambition finds. Vows made in pain, as violent and void. Ease would recant Line 55. Line 73. Line 92. Line 96. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Line 108. 1 Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays. - POPE: Moral Essays, epistle iii. line 282. Of Araby the Blest. That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122. Sabean odours from the spicy shore And on the Tree of Life, Line 162. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.1 Line 256. Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. Line 269. For contemplation he and valour form'd, His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, Adam the goodliest man of men since born And with necessity, Line 297. Line 307. Line 323. The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. Line 393. 1 See Herrick, page 203 2 Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves. LIAM PITT: Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783. |