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Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43.
And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47.
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83.
Her silent course advance
With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps
On her soft axle.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163.
Be lowly wise:
Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173.
To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192.
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282.
Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502.
She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
[238]And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508.
The sum of earthly bliss.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. 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.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561.
Oft times nothing profits more
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd.[238:1]
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571.
Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600.
With a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618.
My unpremeditated verse.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24.
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26.
Unless an age too late, or cold
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171.
The work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208.
Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239.
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For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249.
At shut of evening flowers.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278.
As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445.
So gloz'd the tempter.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549.
Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.[239:1]
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.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782.
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853.
A pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106.
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77.
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd
His nostril wide into the murky air,
Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279.
How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775.
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269.
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Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414.
Moping melancholy
And moon-struck madness.
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485.
And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491.
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.[240:1]
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553.
A bevy of fair women.
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582.
The brazen throat of war.
Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713.
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.
Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645.
Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive.
Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228.
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.
Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56.
Elephants endors'd with towers.
Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329.
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,
Meroe, Nilotic isle.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70.
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76.
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The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.[241:1]
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240.
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,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267.
Socrates . . . .
Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274.
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
Or if I would delight my private hours
With music or with poem, where so soon
As in our native language can I find
That solace?
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330.
Till morning fair
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
Samson Agonistes. Line 80.
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon,
When she deserts the night
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Samson Agonistes. Line 86.
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Ran on embattled armies clad in iron,
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
Samson Agonistes. Line 129.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
Samson Agonistes. Line 293.
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
Samson Agonistes. 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?
Samson Agonistes. Line 710.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
After offence returning, to regain
Love once possess'd.
Samson Agonistes. Line 1003.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Samson Agonistes. Line 1350.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
Samson Agonistes. Line 1538.
And as an ev'ning dragon came,
Assailant on the perched roosts
And nests in order rang'd
Of tame villatic fowl.
Samson Agonistes. Line 1692.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail
Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,
Dispraise, or blame,—nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Samson Agonistes. Line 1721.
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Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
Comus. Line 5.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
Comus. Line 13.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
Comus. Line 38.
I will tell you now
What never yet was heard in tale or song,
From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.
Comus. Line 43.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
Comus. Line 46.
These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof.
Comus. Line 83.
The star that bids the shepherd fold.
Comus. Line 93.
Midnight shout and revelry,
Tipsy dance and jollity.
Comus. Line 103.
Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
The nice morn, on th' Indian steep
From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
Comus. Line 138.
When the gray-hooded Even,
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed,
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus' wain.
Comus. Line 188.
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Comus. Line 205.
O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
Comus. Line 213.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Comus. Line 221.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
Comus. Line 244.
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How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smil'd!
Comus. Line 249.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Comus. Line 256.
Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
Comus. Line 263.
I took it for a faery vision
Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the rainbow live,
And play i' th' plighted clouds.
Comus. Line 298.
It were a journey like the path to heaven,
To help you find them.
Comus. Line 303.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
Comus. Line 340.
Virtue could see to do what virtue would
By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
Where with her best nurse Contemplation
She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,
That in the various bustle of resort
Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted
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