And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43.

And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.

Line 47.

With centric and eccentric scribbled o’er,
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

Line 83.

And feel that I am happier than I know.

Line 282.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.

Line 488.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed, and not unsought be won.

She what was honour knew,

And with obsequious majesty approved

My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn: all heaven
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each bill;

Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs

Line 502.

Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. Line 508.

The sum of earthly bliss.

Line 522.

So well to know

Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548.

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.

Line 561.

Those graceful acts,

Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
From all her words and actions.

With a smile that glowed

Line 600.

Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

Line 618.

My unpremeditated verse.

Book ix. Line 24.

Pleased me, long choosing and beginning late. Line 26.

Unless an age too late, or cold

Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.

Line 44.

To brute denied, and are of love the food.

Line 239.

Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Line 445.

So glored the tempter.

Lime 549.

Hope elevates, and joy

Brightens his cresi.

Line 633.

Left that command

Sole daughter of his voice.1

Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652. Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe, That all was lost.

Line 782.

In her face excuse

Line 853.

Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

A pillared shade

High overarched, and echoing walks between. Line 1106.

Yet I shall temper so

Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.

Book x. Line 77.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturned
His nostril wide into the murky air,
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!

Line 279.

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.

Moping melancholy,

And moon-struck madness.

Line 414.

Line 485.

And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked.

Line 491.

1 Stern daughter of the voice of God. - Wordsworth, Ode to Duty.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
Into thy mother's lap. Paradise Lost. 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

A bevy of fair women.

The brazen throat of war.

Line 553.

Line 182.

Line 713.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

Beauty stands

In the admiration only of weak minds

Book xii. Line 645.

Paradise Regained.

Book ii. Line 220.

Led captive.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wrecked.

Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.

Elephants endorsed with towers.

Line 228.

Book iii. Line 56.

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,
Meroe, Nilotic isle.

Line 329.

Book iv. Line 70.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed. Line 76.

The childhood shows the man,

As morning shows the day."

Line 220.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts

And eloquence.

Line 240.

1 Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes. - Martial, Lib. x. 47. 13. 2 The child is father of the man.

Wordsworth, My Heart Leaps Up.

The olive grove of Academe,

Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244.

Thence to the famous orators repair,

Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democratie,

Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. Line 327.

As children gathering pebbles on the shore.

Line 330.

Till morning fair

Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!

Line 426.

Samson Agonistes. Line 80.

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.