Paradise Lost)
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- Author: Milton, John
Highlights
for his thoughts were low; ^ref-60960 To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds Timorous and slothful: yet he pleased the ear, And with persuasive accent thus began. — location: 539
To be no more; sad cure; for who would lose, ^ref-20619 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, 150 Devoid of sense and motion? — location: 549
his look ^ref-14378 Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer’s noontide air, — location: 603
Satan, whom now transcendent glory raised — location: 642
long is the way ^ref-21668 And hard, that out of hell leads up to light; Our prison strong, this huge convex of fire, Outrageous to devour, immures us round Ninefold, and gates of burning adamant Barred over us prohibit all egress. — location: 644
long is the way ^ref-21668 And hard, that out of hell leads up to light; Our prison strong, this huge convex of fire, Outrageous to devour, immures us round Ninefold, and gates of burning adamant Barred over us prohibit all egress. — location: 644
through many a dark and dreary vale ^ref-55489 They passed, and many a region dolorous, O’er many a frozen, many a fiery alp, 620 Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death, which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds, Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons and hydras, and chimeras dire. — location: 706
so eagerly the fiend ^ref-36157 O’er bog or steep, through straight, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings or feet pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies: 950 At length a universal hubbub wild Of stunning sounds and voices all confused — location: 817
Thus with the year 40 ^ref-45381 Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer’s rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature’s works to me expunged and razed, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. — location: 889