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The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

Paradise Lost. Book viii. Linc 1.

There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

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And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

Line 83. Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.

Line 163. Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being. Line 173.

To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom.

Line 192 Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

Line 263 And feel that I am happier than I know.

Line 282. Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight ? Line 383. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

Line 488 Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

Line 502 She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven

And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

Paradise Lost. Book viïi. Line 508. The sum of earthly bliss.

Line 522. So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Line 548. Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

Line 561. Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Weil manag’d.

Line 571. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions.

Line 600. With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

Line 618. My unpremeditated verse.

Book ix. Line 24. Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. Line 26.

Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Line 44.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Line 171, The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

Line 208. Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Line 239.

1 “But most of all respect thyself." — A precept of the Pythagoreans.

For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.

Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249. At shut of evening flowers.

Line 278. As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Line 445. So gloz'd the tempter.

Line 549. Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.

Line 633. Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.

Line 652. Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Line 782. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Line 853.

A pillar'd shade High overarch’d, and echoing walks between. Line 1106.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. Book x. Line 77. So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Line 279. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap!

Line 775. Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? — thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades ?

Book zi. Line 269.

1 Stern daughter of the voice of God. -- WORDSWORTH : Ode to Duty.

Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see.

Paradise Lost. Book zi. Line 414.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.

Line 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.

Line 491. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

Line 535. Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.'

Line 653 A bevy of fair women.

Line 582. The brazen throat of war.

Line 713. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Book zii. Line 645.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds · Led captive.

Paradise Regained. Book ü. Line 220. Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck’d.

Line 228. Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise.

Book iii. Line 56. Elephants endors'd with towers.

Line 329 Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle.

Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Line 76.

i Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes (Neither fear nor wish for your last day). — MARTIAL : lib. x. epigram 47, line 13.

The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day."

Paradise Regained Book iv. Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

Line 240. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

Line 267. Socrates ... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men.

Line 274. Deep vers’d in books, and shallow in himself. Line 327. As children gath’ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace ?

Line 330. Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Line 426. () dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Samson Agonistes. Line 80. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

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1 The child is father of the man. – WORDSWORTH : My Heart Leaps up.

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