John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
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In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir’d, In thoughts more elevate, and reason’d high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix’d fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand’ring mazes lost. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555. |
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Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565. |
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Arm th’ obdur’d breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568. |
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A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th’ effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal’d, At certain revolutions all the damn’d Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,—extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix’d, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592. |
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O’er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620. |
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Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628. |
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The other shape, If shape it might be call’d that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call’d that shadow seem’d, For each seem’d either,—black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem’d his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. |
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666. |