Quotes on Paradise Lost Book 9

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even 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 expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

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. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly_x000D_ Infinite wrath and infinite despair?_x000D_ Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;_x000D_ And in the lowest deep a lower deep,_x000D_ Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,_x000D_ To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

With thee conversing I forget all time.

Here we may reign secure; and in my choice_x000D_ _x000D_ To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:_x000D_ _x000D_ Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.