Part 42 (1/2)
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.
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Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
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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.
Book ii. Line 560.
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.