Paradise Lost continued.]

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.
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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.

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So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

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And fast by, hanging in a golden chain.
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude close by the moon.

Book ii. Line 1051.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven first-born.

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

[Paradise Lost continued.

Presented with a universal blank

Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Book iii. Line 40.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Book iii. Line 99.

Dark with excessive bright. Book iii. Line 380.

Eremites and friars,

White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.

Book iii. Line 474

Since called

The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Book iii. 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.

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The hell within him.

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Now conscience wakes despair

That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory

Of what he was, what is, and what must be.

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Book iv. Line 34.

At whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminish'd heads.1

A grateful mind

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. Book iv. Line 55.

1 Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.

Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle iii. Line 282.

Paradise Lost continued.]

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.

Book iv.

Book iv. Line 92.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good.

Book iv. Line 108.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Book iv. Line 122.

Sabean odours from the spicy shore

Of Arabie the blest.

Book iv. Line 162.

And on the Tree of Life

The middle tree and highest there that grew,

Sat like a cormorant.

A heaven on earth.

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Book iv. Line 208.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Book iv. Line 256.

For contemplation he and valour form'd,

For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks

Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
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[Paradise Lost continued

Implied

Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

Book iv. Line 307.

Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Book iv. Line 323.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
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Paradise Lost continued.]

The timely dew of sleep.

Book iv. Line 614

With thee conversing I forget all time;

All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train :
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glitt'ring starlight, without thee is sweet.
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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
Book iv. Line 677.

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Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.