Line 261.
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.
Book i. Line 275.
Heard so oft
In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
Book i. Line 303.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
High over-arched imbower.
Book i. Line 330.
Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
Book i. Line 540.
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
Book i. Line 550.
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
Book i. Line 619.
Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
Book i. Line 742.
From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day.
Book ii. Line 113.
But all was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
Book ii. Line 300.
With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat and public care.
Book ii. Line 306.
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.
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