Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300.

The palpable obscure.

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Long is the way

And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

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Their rising all at once was as the sound

Of thunder heard remote.

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The lowering element

Scowls o'er the darkened landscape.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damned
Firm concord holds, men only disagree

Of creatures rational.

In discourse more sweet,

For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense,
Others apart sat on a hill retired,

In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.

Arm the obdured breast

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With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

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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 the effect of fire.
Thither by harpy-footed Furies haled

At certain revolutions all the damned

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, infixed, and frozen round,

Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. 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 called, that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb,

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Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
For each seemed either; black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,

And shook a dreadful dart.

Satan was now at hand.

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Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? Line 681.

Back to thy punishment,

False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

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So spake the grisly Terror.

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Incensed with indignation Satan stood

Unterrified, and like a comet burned,

That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge

In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.

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I fled, and cried out, DEATH!

Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed
From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!

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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 mastery.

Into this wild abyss,

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The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Line 910.

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.

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

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So he with difficulty and labour hard

Moved on, with difficulty and labour he.

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

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

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The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Thoughts that voluntary move

Harmonious numbers.

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 expunged and rased,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

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Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

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Dark with excessive bright.

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Eremites and friars,

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

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Since called

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The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

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.

The hell within him.

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Now conscience wakes despair
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be.

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At whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminished heads.1

Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34.

A grateful mind

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharged.

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 threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

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Such joy ambition finds.

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

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.2

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1 Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.

Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle iii. Line 282.

2 Compare Herrick. Page 166.