 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
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...and were straisened; till the signal given, Behold a wonder! they bus now who seemed In bigness so 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 fairy elves, Whose midnight revels,... | |
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