Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: Booki. Line 536. A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Booki. 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 appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds Book i. Line 591. On half the nations, and with fear of change Booki. Line 597. Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Book i. Line 619. 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, In vision beatific. Booki. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in Hell: that soil may best To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day. Booki. Line 742. Faëry elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Booki. Line 731. High on a throne of royal state, which far To that bad eminence. Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. Book . Line x. Book . Line 29. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair. Book . Line 44. Rather than be less Cared not to be at all. Book . Line 47. My sentence is for open war. That in our proper motion we ascend When the scourge Inexorable, and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Book . Line 51. Book. Line 75. Book ii. Line But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash 0. Maturest counsels. Book . Line 112. The ethereal mould Incapable of stain, would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, For who would lose, Book . Line 139. 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? Book ii. Line 146. A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven And princely counsel in his face yet shone, The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Or summer's noontide air. The palpable obscure. Book . Line 300. Book . Line 406. Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Book . Line 496. In discourse more sweet, For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy. Bock ii. Line 565. Arm the obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog, Book . Line 568. Book. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Book . Line 620. Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire. The other shape, Book in. Line 628. If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars. Book . Line 894. For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mastery. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Book . Line 898. Book . Line 995. Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born. Book iii. Line 1. |