 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 24by John Milton - 1903 - 372 pagesFull view - About this book
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...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. (Paradise Lost 1.775-780) Voltaire's comment that this metamorphosis "heightens the ridicule... | |
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...observed, all lose their identity and become one unknown pattern. Behold a wonder! They but now who seemed In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs, in a narrow room Throng numberless. (John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book I) 4 Storing abstract meaning Domains... | |
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