, execrable shape?
Book ii. Line 846.
And Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
Book ii. Line 996.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
Book iii. Line 1.
Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
Book iii. Line 44.
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
Book iii. Line 495.
Since called
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
Book iv. Line 34.
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads.
Book iv. Line 76.
And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Book iv. Line 108.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
Evil, be thou my good.
Book iv. Line 297.
For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.
Book iv. Line 300.
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Book iv. Line 506.
Imparadised in one another's arms.
Book iv, Line 598.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
Book iv. Line 639.
With thee conversing, I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Book iv. Line 677.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,
Book iv. Line 750.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source
Of human happiness.
Book iv. Line 830,
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
Book v. Line 1.
Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.
Book v. Line 71.
Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
Book v. Line 153.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
Book v. Line 331,
So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Book v. Line 601.
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
Book v. Line 637.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
Book vi. Line 211.
Dire was the noise
Of conflict.
Book vii. Line 30.
Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Book viii. Line 84.
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