 either—black it stood as Night, 670 Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast 675 With...  Paradise Lost - Page 64by John Milton - 1896 - 408 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Laurence Austine Waddell - Travel - 1988 - 706 pages
...human or of the spirit world. Like Milton's embodiment of Death; “Black” each stood “as nighl, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart.” Riding through the gateway, whose massive wooden doors, nearly io feet high, embellished by iron bosses... | |
 | Fritz Gutbrodt - 1990 - 316 pages
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 | John Milton - English poetry - 1994 - 630 pages
...member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either - black it stood as Night, 670 Fierce as ten Furies, terrible...from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode. Th' undaunted Fiend what this might be admired Admired,... | |
 | Don H. Bialostosky, Lawrence D. Needham - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 330 pages
...unimaginable." It is Milton's "fine description of Death" (Lectures 2: 495-96): . . . 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 ... The first simile shows what Coleridge senses... | |
 | Morton D. Paley - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 164 pages
...Storm Compacted to one Sceptre Arms thy grasp enorm, The Intercepter! —black it stouud as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness ofa kingly croson had on. (ii. 6 70—J) As so-c can see, these eight short lines pack in an astosnishing... | |
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