Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Chaos
Temple and tower went down, nor left a site:—
Chaos of ruins!
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 80.
The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
Byron—Darkness. L. 69.
The chaos of events.
Byron—Prophecy of Dante. Canto II. L. 6.
Chaos, that reigns here
In double night of darkness and of shades.
Milton—Comus. L. 334.
Fate shall yield
To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.
Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 232.
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,
To blot out order and extinguish light.
Pope—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 13.
Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.
Pope—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 649.
Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 97.