 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
 | Peter G. Platt - History - 1999 - 350 pages
...scale in order to enter the council chamber of Pandemonium: 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 faerie elves, Whose midnight revels,... | |
 | Neil Forsyth - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 398 pages
...extended chain of similes by some enchanting "Faerie Elves," Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side Or Fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he...sees, while over-head the Moon Sits Arbitress, and neerer to the Earth Wheels her pale course; they on thir mirth and dance Intent, with jocund Music... | |
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