Paradise Lost continued.] Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Book ix. Line 44. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Book ix. Line 171. The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. Book ix. Line 208. Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Book ix. Line 239. For solitude sometimes is best society, Sole daughter of his voice.1 Book ix. Line 652. Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, 1 Cf. Wordsworth, Ode to Duty, p. 419. [Paradise Lost continued. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Book ix. Line 853. A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. Book ix. Line 1106. Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Book x. Line 77. So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd Sagacious of his quarry from so far. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! Book x. Line 775. Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? Book xi. Line 269. Then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Book xi. Line 414. Moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness. Book xi. Line 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. Book xi. Line 491. Paradise Lost continued.] So mayst thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. Book xi. Line 535 Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short permit to heaven.1 Book xi. Line 553. A bevy of fair women. Book xi. Line 582. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. Book iii. Line 56. Book iii. Line 329. Elephants endors'd with towers. 1 Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes. — Martial, lib. X. 47; 14. [Paradise Regained continued. Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Book iv. Line 76. The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.1 Book iv. Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Book iv. Line 240. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Book iv. Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, Socrates Book iv. Line 267. Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc' c'd Wisest of men. Book iv. Line 274. Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. Book iv. Line 327. As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.2 Book iv. Line 330. Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Book iv. Line 426. 1 Cf. Wordsworth, p. 401. 2 Cf. Newton, p. 237. SAMSON AGONISTES. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon! Unless there be who think not God at all. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? Line 560. But who is this? what thing of sea or land? Female of sex it seems, That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. Line 710. |