1634 Comus, A Mask, l.143-4.
So bent he seems On desperate revenge, that shall redound Upon his own rebellious head.John Milton1665 Of Satan. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.3, l.84-6.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IX, line 205.
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When strait a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs.John Miltonc.1646 'On the Detraction Which Follow'd Upon My Writing Certain Treatises'.
Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from th'ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire.John MiltonParadise Lost (published 1667), book 1, lines 44-8 (1665).
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with joint or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil.John Milton1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.1, l.423-31.
Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.John Milton1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.11, l.783-4.
So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 131.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Regained (1671), Book IV, line 240, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 45.
Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.John MiltonParadise Lost (published 1667), book 1, lines 648-9 (1665)
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heav'n.John Milton1665 Satan. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.4, l.75-8.
Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood theTree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold; and next to life Our death theTree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.John Milton1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.4, l.218-24.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injured lover's hell.John Milton1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.5, l.449-50.
Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.John Milton1665 God. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.7, l.172-3.
Adorned She was indeed, and lovely to attract Thy love, not thy subjection.John Milton1665 Christ speaking to Adam of Eve. Paradise Lost (published 1667), bk.10, l.151-3.
Where glowing embers through the room teach light to counterfeit a gloom.John MiltonJohn Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 79.
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.John MiltonHymn, stanza 19, line 173.
And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.John MiltonLine 45. (Il Penseroso (1631))
Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.John MiltonJohn Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 81.
For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion?John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book II, line 146.
And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold.John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 218.
Myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.John MiltonJohn Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 75.
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is changed
Into some brutish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
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