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To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.
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.
Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.</poem>
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. V. L. 658.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary,
the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about,
seeking whom he may devour.
I Peter. V. 8.
Bid the Devil take the slowest.
Prior—On the Taking ofNamur.
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| text = <poem>Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
Schiller—Wallenstein's Tod. I. 3. 64.
I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight;
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 57.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Hamlet. Act II.. Sc. 2. L. 628.
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 136.
He will give the devil his due.
Henry IV. Pt.I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 132. Dryden
—Epilogue to the Duke of Guise.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 147. Sir John
Suckling—The Goblins. Song. Act III.
Let me say "amen" betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer.
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 22.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 7.
This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
Act II. Sc. 2. L. 101.
What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.
The Satanic school.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
Wordsworth—The Idiot Boy. St. 67.
DEW
The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood. Midnight.
The dew,
Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Another and a Better World.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun;
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Chesterfield—Advice to a Lady in Autumn.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!
Coleridge—Youth and Age.
The dew-bead
Gem of earth and sky begotten.
George Eliot—The Spanish Gypsy. Song.
Bk. I.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole
heaven within it.
