I fled, and cried out DEATH!

Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded DEATH. Book ii. Line 787.

Before mine eyes in opposition sits

Grim Death, my son and foe.

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Death

Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled. Book ii. Line 845.

On a sudden open fly

With impetuous recoil and jarring sound

Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate

Harsh thunder.

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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

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.

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.

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Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

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Dark with excessive bright. Book iii. Line 380.

Eremites and friars,

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

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Since called

Book iii. Line 495.

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.

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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.

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At whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminish'd heads.1

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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.
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Line 73.

Such joy ambition finds.

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.

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

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Sabean odours from the spicy shore

Of Arabie the blest.

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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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Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

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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.
Book iv. Line 297

[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.
Book iv. Line 598.