Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Brought death into the world, and all our woe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes Line 65. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, Line 105. Doing or suffering. To be weak is miserable, 1 But vindicate the ways of God to man. Line 157. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. i. Line 16. And out of good still to find means of evil. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells: hail, horrors! A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Line 249 Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.1 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. Line 261. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Line 275 Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. 1 Compare Book iv. Line 75. Line 500. The perial ensign, which, full high advanced, Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: A which the universal host upsent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Ia perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood His form had yet not lost Line 540. Line 550. All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured. Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Line 597. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears such as angels weep, burst forth. Line 619. Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Line 648. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for e'en 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 enjoyed In vision beatific. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best 1 Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air. Line 690. Gray, The Bard, i. 2, Line 6. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side High on a throne of royal state, which far To that bad eminence. Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. The strongest and the fiercest spirit Line 742. Line 781. Book ii. Line 1. Line 39. That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105. But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Maturest counsels. Line 112. The ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, 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? Ilis red right hand.1 Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved. The never-ending flight Of future days. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven And princely counsel in his face yet shone, 1 Rubente dextera. - Horace, Od. i. 2. 2. Line 139. Line 146. Line 174. Line 185. Line 221. Line 274. |