John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued) |
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| Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681. |
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| Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699. |
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| So spake the grisly Terror. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704. |
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| Incens’d with indignation Satan stood Unterrify’d, and like a comet burn’d That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th’ arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707. |
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| Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712. |
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| Hell Grew darker at their frown. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719. |
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| I fled, and cry’d out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh’d From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH! |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787. |
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| Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803. |
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| Death Grinn’d horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill’d. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845. |
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| On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879. |
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| Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast’ry. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894. |
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| Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910. |