|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Milton. (16081674) (continued)|
| In discourse more sweet;|
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retird,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasond high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fixd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555.|
| Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.|
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565.|
| Arm th obdurd breast|
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568.|
| 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 hald,
At certain revolutions all the damnd
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, infixd, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592.|
| Oer many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,|
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620.|
| Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire.|
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628.|
| The other shape,|
If shape it might be calld that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
Or substance might be calld that shadow seemd,
For each seemd either,black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seemd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666.|