Paradise Lost

thumb|Golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. Paradise Lost (1667, 1674) is an epic poem by the 17th century English poet John Milton. The poem concerns the Christian story of the fall of Satan and his brethren and the rise of Man: the temptation of Adam and Eve by Satan and their expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Note that chapter and line references correspond with the 1674 version of the text, available online here. Book I thumb|Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat. Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Lines 1-5 Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's Brook that flow'd Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th' Aonian Mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime. Lines 6-16 What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. Lines 22-26. Compare: "But vindicate the ways of God to man", Alexander Pope, Essay on Man, epistle i. line 16 The infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind. Lines 34-36 Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms. Lines 44-49 As far as angels' ken. Line 59 Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Lines 62-63 Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes at all. Lines 65-67 What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. Lines 105-108 To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. Lines 157-158 And out of good still to find means of evil. Line 165 Thus Satan talking to his nearest mateWith head uplift above the wave, and eyesThat sparkling blazed; his other parts besidesProne on the flood, extended long and largeLay floating many a rood, in bulk as hugeAs whom the fables name of monstrous size,Titanian, or Earth-born, that warred on Jove,Briareos or Typhon, whom the denBy ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beastLeviathan, which God created of all his worksCreated hugest that swim th' Ocean stream. Lines 192-202 Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! Line 249 A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. Lines 253-55. See also Book IV, line 75 thumb|Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. […] Here at least we shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice to reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. Lines 258-63 Compare: With the proud disdain of a tyrant he chose to rejoice over his subjects rather than to be a subject himself. Augustine, The City of God (early 400s); Penguin Classics translation by Henry S. Bettenson; of Satan Now, forasmuch as I was once an Angel of light, it was the will of Wisdom to confine me to darkness, and to create me Prince thereof; that so I, who could not obey in Heaven, must command in Hell. And, believe me, Sir, I had rather control within my dark diocese, than to reinhabit caelum empyreum, and there live in subjection, under check, a slave of the Most High. Anthony Stafford, Niobe (1611); spoken by Satan To be in Heaven the second he disdains;So now the first in Hell and flames he reigns. Phineas Fletcher, Locusts (1627), p. 37 In Heaven they scorned to serve, so now in Hell they reign. Phineas Fletcher, The Purple Island (1633), Canto VII, stanza 10 Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Line 275 His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle. Line 292 Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. Line 302 Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. Line 330 Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Line 423 Execute their airy purposes. Line 430 And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Lines 500-502 Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Line 536. Compare: "Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air", Thomas Gray, The Bard, i. 2, line 6. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Lines 540-543 Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Line 549 His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. Line 591 In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Line 597 Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Line 619 For who can yet believe, though after loss, That all these puissant legions, whose exile Hath emptied Heaven, shall fail to re-ascend, Self-raised, and repossess their native seat? Lines 631-34 Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Lines 648-49 Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev’n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven’s pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy’d In vision beatific. Lines 679-84 Let none admire That riches grow in hell; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Lines 690-692 Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Line 710 From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like a falling star. Lines 742-745 Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Line 781 Book II High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain war with heav'n. Lines 1-9 Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us. Line 39 The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44 Rather than be less Cared not to be at all. Lines 47-48 My sentence is for open War; Of Wiles, More unexpert, I boast not: them let those Contrive who need, or when they need, not now. For while they sit contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in Arms, and longing wait The Signal to ascend, sit ling'ring here, Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious Den of shame, The Prison of his Tyranny who Reigns By our delay? no, let us rather choose, Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once O'er Heaven's high Tow'rs to force resistless way, Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms Against the Torturer. Lines 51-64 That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. Line 75 When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Line 90 Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Line 105 But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Lines 112-114. Compare: "Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule…as making the worse appear the better reason", Diogenes Laërtius, Socrates, v Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair: we must exasperate Th' Almighty Victor to spend all his rage; And that must end us; that must be our cure-- To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, 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, Devoid of sense and motion? Lines 142-51. Compare: "Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair", William Shakespeare, Henry VI. part iii. act ii, scene. 3 His red right hand. Line 174; compare: "Rubente dextera", Horace, Ode i, 2, 2 Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. Line 185 The never-ending flight Of future days. Line 221 Thus Belial with words clothed in reason's garb Counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, Not peace. Lines 226-228 Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Line 274 With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Lines 300-305 To sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires. Lines 377-378 The palpable obscure. Line 406 Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light. Lines 432-33. Compare: "'[...]facilis descensus Averno: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, hoc opus, hic labor est.'" Virgil, Aeneid, vi. 126. ("The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies." —Dryden.) Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Lines 476-477 The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. Line 490 Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Line 496 In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. Lines 555-561 Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. Line 565 Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. 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 hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd 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, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. Lines 597-603 O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Line 620 Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. Line 628 The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,—black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. Line 666 Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? Line 681 Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Line 699 So spake the grisly Terror. Line 704 thumb|Incensed with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. 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. Line 707 Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Line 712 Hell Grew darker at their frown. Line 719 I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH! Line 787 Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Lines 803-804 Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. Line 845 On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Line 879 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. Lines 894-899 Into this wilde Abyss, The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave, Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire, But all these in thir pregnant causes mixt Confus'dly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless th' Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more Worlds, Into this wilde Abyss the warie fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look'd a while, Pondering his Voyage. Lines 910-919 To compare Great things with small. Line 921; compare: "Compare great things with small", Virgil, Eclogues, i. 24; Georgics, iv. 176; Abraham Cowley, The Motto; John Dryden, Ovid, Metamorphoses, book i. line 727; Thomas Tickell, Poem on Hunting; Alexander Pope, Windsor Forest. As when a Gryphon through the wildernessWith wingèd step, o’er hill and moory dalePursues the Arimaspian. Line 943 O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Line 948 With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Lines 995-996 So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Line 1021 And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Line 1051 Book III Hail, holy light! offspring of heav'n first born. Line 1 The rising world of waters dark and deep. Line 11 Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Line 37 Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n 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. Lines 40-50 I made him just and right, Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Lines 98-99 Golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. Line 337 Dark with excessive bright. Line 380 Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Line 474 Into a limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Lines 495-496 Neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible Lines 682-684 And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. Line 686 Book IV Satan, now first inflam’d with rage, came down, The Tempter ere th’ Accuser of man-kind, To wreck on innocent frail man his loss Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell: Yet not rejoycing in his speed, though bold, Far off and fearless, nor with cause to boast, Begins his dire attempt, which nigh the birth Now rowling, boiles in his tumultuous brest, And like a devillish Engine back recoiles Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl’d thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By change of place: Now conscience wakes despair That slumberd, wakes the bitter memorie Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue. Lines 8 - 23 At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads. Line 34; compare: "Ye little stars! hide our diminished rays", Alexander Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle iii, line 282. A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. Line 55 Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Lines 73-78 thumb|Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the throne of Hell! With diadem and scepter high advanced The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery: such joy ambition finds! Under what torments inwardly I groane; While they adore me on the Throne of Hell, With Diadem and Scepter high advanc’d The lower still I fall, onely Supream In miserie; such joy Ambition findes. But say I could repent and could obtaine By Act of Grace my former state; how soon Would highth recal high thoughts, how soon unsay What feign’d submission swore: ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc’d so deep: Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall: so should I purchase deare Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my punisher; therefore as farr From granting hee, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold in stead Of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this World. Lines 88 - 107 So farewel Hope, and with Hope farewel Fear, Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least Divided Empire with Heav'ns King I hold By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne; As Man ere long, and this new World shall know. Lines 108-113 That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. Line 122 Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. Line 162 And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. Lines 194-196 A heaven on earth. Line 208 Flowers worthy of paradise. Line 241 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Line 256. Compare: "But ne'er the rose without the thorn", Robert Herrick, The Rose Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. Line 269 Two of far nobler shape erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty seemed lords of all. Lines 288-290 For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Lines 297-303 Implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received, Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay. Lines 307-311 Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Lines 323-324 So spake the Fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. Lines 393-394. Compare: "Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves", William Pitt the Younger, Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783 As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Line 499 Imparadis'd in one another's arms. Line 506 Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. Line 533 Knowledge forbidd'n? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should thir Lord Envie them that? can it be sin to know, Can it be death? and do they onely stand By Ignorance, is that thir happie state, The proof of thir obedience and thir faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Thir ruine! Hence I will excite thir minds With more desire to know, and to reject Envious commands, invented with designe To keep them low whom knowledge might exalt Equal with Gods; aspiring to be such, They taste and die: what likelier can ensue? Line 515-527 Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Line 598 The wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Lines 602-609 The timely dew of sleep. Line 614 thumb|With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change; all please alike. With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change; all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. Lines 639-656 Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. Lines 677-678 In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora. Line 713. Compare: "When unadorned, adorned the most", James Thomson, Autumn, line 204 Eased the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. Lines 739-740 Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. Lines 750-751 Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Line 800 Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Line 810 Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Line 830 thumb|Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely — saw, and pinedHis loss. Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss. Lines 846-848 Came not all hell broke loose? Line 918 Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. Line 987 The starry cope Of heaven. Line 992 Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. Line 1014 Book V Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred. Line 1 Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. Line 13 My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! Line 18 Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Lines 71-72. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good. Line 153 Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Line 165 Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Line 166 Fountains, and ye, that warble, as ye flow,Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Line 195 A wilderness of sweets. Line 294 Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. Line 310 So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Lines 331-332 Nor jealousy Was understood, the injured lover's hell. Lines 449-450 The bright consummate flower. Line 481 Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall. Lines 538-540 What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought? Lines 574-576 Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers. Line 601 All seemed well pleased, all seemed but were not all. Line 617 They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Line 637 Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Line 658 Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. Line 667 Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Line 745 Will ye submit your necks, and chuse to bend The supple knee? ye will not, if I trust To know ye right, or if ye know your selves Natives and Sons of Heav'n possest before By none, and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free; for Orders and Degrees Jarr not with liberty, but well consist. Who can in reason then or right assume Monarchie over such as live by right... Line 787 So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. Line 896-897 Book VI Morn, Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. Lines 2-4 Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintained Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms. Lines 29-32 How few somtimes may know, when thousands err. Line 148 Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict. Line 209 Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die. Line 345 Far off his coming shone. Line 768 In heavenly spirits could such perverseness dwell? Line 788; compare: "Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?", Virgil, Aeneid, i. 16 Book VII More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fall'n, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude. Lines 24-28 Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Line 30 Out of one man a race Of men innumerable. Lines 155-156 Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. Line 205 On heav'nly ground they stood, and from the shoreThey view'd the vast immeasurable AbyssOutrageous as a Sea, dark, wasteful, wilde,Up from the bottom turn'd by furious windesAnd surging waves, as Mountains to assaultHeav'ns highth, and with the Center mix the Pole."Silence, ye troubl'd waves, and thou Deep, peace!"Said then th' Omnific Word, "Your discord end!"Nor staid, but on the Wings of CherubimUplifted, in Paternal Glorie rodeFarr into Chaos, and the World unborn;For Chaos heard his voice: him all his TraineFollow'd in bright procession to beholdCreation, and the wonders of his might.Then staid the fervid Wheeles, and in his handHe took the golden Compasses, prepar'dIn Gods Eternal store, to circumscribeThis Universe, and all created things:One foot he center'd, and the other turn'dRound through the vast profunditie obscure,And said, "Thus farr extend, thus farr thy bounds,This be thy just Circumference, O World!" Lines 210–231 Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. Line 364 There Leviathan Hugest of living creatures, on the deep Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land, and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out a sea. Lines 412-416 Now half appear'd The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. Line 463 Indu'd With sanctity of reason. Line 507 The planets in their stations list'ning stood, While the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Open, ye everlasting gates, they sung, Open ye heavens, your living doors; let in The great Creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world. Line 563-568 A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,—as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars. Line 577 Book VIII The angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear. Lines 1-3 There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. Line 21 And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. Line 43 And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Line 47 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. Lines 192-194 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 thumb|Under his forming hands a creature grew,Man-like, but different sex; so lovely fair,That what seemed fair in all the world, seemed nowMean, or in her summed up, in her containedAnd in her looks; . . .Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Under his forming hands a creature grew,Man-like, but different sex; so lovely fair,That what seemed fair in all the world, seemed nowMean, or in her summed up, in her containedAnd in her looks; which from that time infusedSweetness into my heart, unfelt before,And into all things from her air inspiredThe spirit of love and amorous delight. Lines 470–477 Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Lines 488–489 Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. Lines 502-503 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. Line 508 The sum of earthly bliss. Line 522 thumb|So absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. So absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Lines 547–550 Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. Lines 561-62 Ofttimes nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well managed. Lines 571-573. Compare: "But most of all respect thyself", a precept of the Pythagoreans, attributed to Pythagoras. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions. Line 610 With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Line 618 Book IX My unpremeditated verse. Line 24 Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. Line 26 Not sedulous by Nature to indite Warrs, hitherto the onely Argument Heroic deem'd, chief maistrie to dissect With long and tedious havoc fabl'd Knights In Battels feign'd; the better fortitude Of Patience and Heroic Martyrdom Unsung Lines 27-33 Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Line 44 The serpent subtlest beast of all the field. Line 86 Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Lines 171-72 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 For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. Lines 249-250 At shut of evening flowers. Line 278 Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue; summon all! For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine. Lines 373–375 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 God so commanded, and left that command Sole daughter of his voice; the rest, we live Law to ourselves, our reason is our law. Lines 652-654. Compare: "Stern daughter of the voice of God", William Wordsworth, Ode to Duty thumb|Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. Her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. Lines 780–784 So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life. Lines 832-833 In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Line 853-854 O fairest of creation! last and best Of all God's works! creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflowered, and now to Death devote? Lines 896-901 I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe. Lines 913-916 Our state cannot be severed; we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. Lines 958-959 A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. Line 1106 Thus it shall befallHim who, to worth in women overtrusting,Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook,And, left to herself, if evil thence ensue,She first his weak indulgence will accuse. Lines 1182–1186 Book X I shall temper so Justice with mercy. Lines 77-78 So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Line 279 Pandemonium, city and proud seat Of Lucifer. Lines 424-425 A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn. Lines 508-509 Death...on his pale horse. Line 588 thumb|Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me? Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me Man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me? Lines 743-745; spoken by Adam 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 Book XI Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? Line 269 Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. 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. Lines 553-554; compare: "Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes" (Translated: "Neither fear nor wish for your last day"), Martial, lib. x. epigram 47, line 13 A bevy of fair women. Line 582 The evening star, Love's harbinger. Lines 588-589 The brazen throat of war. Line 713 For now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste. Line 783-784 Book XII thumb|Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;The world was all before them, where to chooseTheir place of rest, and Providence their guide.They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,Through Eden took their solitary way. In me is no delay; with thee to go, Is to stay here; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou, Who for my willful crime art banished hence. Lines 615-619 Henceforth I learn that to obey is best,And love with fear the only God; to walkAs in his presence; ever to observeHis providence; and on him sole depend,Merciful over all his works; with goodStill overcoming evil. Lines 561–566 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. Lines 645-649 Quotes about Paradise Lost thumb|The characteristic quality of [Milton's] poem is sublimity. He sometimes descends to the elegant, but his element is the great. He can occasionally invest himself with grace; but his natural port is gigantic loftiness. He can please when pleasure is required; but it is his peculiar power to astonish. —Samuel Johnson Sorted alphabetically by author or source The most important work of Milton is Paradise Lost; his best work is Lycidas. G. K. Chesterton, George Bernard Shaw (1909), p. 204 A poem which, considered with respect to design, may claim the first place, and with respect to performance the second, among the productions of the human mind. Samuel Johnson, "The Life of Milton" in Lives of the English Poets (1781) The characteristic quality of [Milton's] poem is sublimity. He sometimes descends to the elegant, but his element is the great. He can occasionally invest himself with grace; but his natural port is gigantic loftiness. He can please when pleasure is required; but it is his peculiar power to astonish. Samuel Johnson, "The Life of Milton" The want of human interest is always felt. Paradise Lost is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. Its perusal is a duty rather than a pleasure. We read Milton for instruction, retire harassed and overburdened, and look elsewhere for recreation; we desert our master, and seek for companions. Samuel Johnson, "The Life of Milton" When I was seven, I had to copy, by hand, as a punishment, books one and two of Paradise Lost. By that time, I had already started to think of myself as rebellious, so of course I completely identified with Lucifer. Jamaica Kincaid, Interview with The Paris Review (2022) A prerogative place among the great epics of the world has sometimes been claimed for Paradise Lost, on the ground that the theme it handles is vaster and of a more universal human interest than any handled by Milton's predecessors. It concerns itself with the fortunes, not of a city or an empire, but of the whole human race, and with that particular event in the history of the race which has moulded all its destinies. 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