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Page 378 - So were created, nor can justly accuse Their Maker, or their making, or their fate ; As if predestination over-ruled Their will, disposed by absolute decree Or high foreknowledge : they themselves decreed Their own revolt, not I : if I foreknew, Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault, Which had no less proved certain unforeknown.
Page 340 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 354 - Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and, hardening in his strength, Glories: for never since created man Met such embodied force as, named with these, Could merit more than that small infantry Warr'd on by cranes : though all the giant brood Of Phlegra...
Page 366 - But thou hast promis'd from us two a race To fill the earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.
Page 54 - What song the syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. What time the persons of these ossuaries entered the famous nations of the dead, and slept with princes and counsellors, might admit a wide solution.
Page 377 - Into one place, and let dry land appear. Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds, their tops ascend the sky. So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters...
Page 378 - ... their speech is to be fashioned to a distinct and clear pronunciation as near as may be to the Italian, especially in the vowels. For we Englishmen, being far northerly, do not open our mouths in the cold air wide enough to grace a Southern tongue; but are observed by all other nations to speak exceeding close and inward, so that to smatter Latin with an English mouth is as ill a hearing as law French.
Page 350 - But hold some two days' conference with the dead ! From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow.
Page 343 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.