 In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless—like that pygmean race 780 Beyond the Indian mount ; or faery elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side Or fountain, some belated peasant...  Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - Page 27by John Milton - 1903 - 372 pagesFull view - About this book
 | R. Bruce Elder - Performing Arts - 1998 - 409 pages
...crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder! they but now who seemed In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount; or faery elves, Whose midnight revels,... | |
 | J. M. I. Klaver - History - 1997 - 250 pages
...crowd Swarm'd and were straiten'd; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder! they but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs. 4 The first two decades of the nineteenth century saw the discoveries of fossil animals whose anatomical... | |
 | A. N. Wilson - Fiction - 1998 - 228 pages
...also felt humbled by the thought of those strange presences Whose midnight revels, by a forest side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the Moon Sits arbitress. Total sceptic though I might be, it was hard to peer at the silvered grasses without hoping for some... | |
 | Catherine Gimelli Martin - Literary Criticism - 1998 - 404 pages
...insects, then expanding to the “bigness” of dwarfs and elves: Behold a wonder! they but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass Earth's Giant Sons Now less than smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faery Elves. (‘.¿-78') Yet, even... | |
 | Geoffrey H. Hartman, Professor Geoffrey H Hartman - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 348 pages
...crowd Swarm'd and were strait'n'd; till the Signal giv'n, Behold a wonder! they but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass Earth's Giant Sons Now less than smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faery Elves, Whose midnight Revels,... | |
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