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To be weak is miserable,

Paradise Lost continued.]

Doing or suffering.

Book i. Line 157.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

Book i. Line 165.

Farewell happy fields,

Where joy for ever dwells: hail, horrors; hail.

Book i. Line 249.

A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Book i. Line 253.

Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.

Book i. Line 261.

Heard so oft

In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
Booki. Line 275.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine,
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast.
Of some great ammiral, were but a wand,
He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle.

Booki. Line 292.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades

High over-arch'd imbower.

Book i.

Line 302.

Line 330.

Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen!

1 Compare Book iv. Line 75.

[Paradise Lost continued.

Spirits when they please

Can either sex assume, or both. Booki. Line 423.

Execute their airy purposes.

Book i. Line 430.

When night

Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Book i. Line 500.

Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd,
Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.'
Book i. Line 536.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Book i. Line 540.

In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood.

Of flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 550.

His form had yet not lost

All her original brightness, nor appear'd

Less than archangel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.

Book i. Line 591.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.

Book i.

Line 597.

Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn

Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

Book i. Line 619.

1 Compare Gray. The Bard, i. 2. Line 6.

Paradise Lost continued.]

Who overcomes

By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Book i. Line 648.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell

From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts

Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd

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Anon out of the earth a fabric huge

Rose, like an exhalation.

Book i. Line 710.

From morn

To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.
Book i. Line 742.

Faëry elves,

Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side,
Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
Sits arbitress.
Book i. Line 781.

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand

[Paradise Lost continued.

Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,

Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd

To that bad eminence.

Book ii. Line 1.

Surer to prosper than prosperity

Book ii. Line 39.

Could have assured us.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit

That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

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That in our proper motion we ascend

Up to our native seat: descent and fall

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Book ii. Line 105.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash

Maturest counsels.

Book ii. Line 112.

Th' ethereal mould

Incapable of stain would soon expel

Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Book ii. Line 139.

Paradise Lost continued.]

For who would lose,

Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost.

In the wide womb of uncreated night?

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With grave

Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed

A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;

And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin. Sage he stood,
With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear

The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air.

The palpable obscure.

Book ii. Line 300.

Book ii. Line 406.

Long is the way

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

Book . Line 432.

1 Rubente dextera. Horace, Od. i. ii. 2.

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