19 Metaphors for lost

How long at this conceit I've swept with all my might, Lost is the labor: 'tis unheard of quite!

Lost were those standards whereby men at home Judge all things calmly; each became a law Unto himself amid these savage sights.

Self-confidence lost is more than half a defeat.

Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop vines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.

Him, thus dismay'd, the approaching barons found; Outstretch'd he lay, and weeping, on the ground; To reckless ears their summons they declar'd, Lost was his fay, for nought beside he car'd; So forth they led him, void of will or word, Dead was his heart within, his wretched life abhorr'd.

THE CALL OF THE BLOOD Over the water the shadows are creeping, Lost are the lights on Bellagio's shore, Goddess and Faun in the garden are sleeping, Only the fountain sings on as before.

all our sex in one sad hour undone? Lost are our arts, our learning, our renown Since nature's tide of wit came rolling down.

In short, Paradise Lost is an intensely dramatic story of the loss of Eden.

"On the whole, Paradise Lost is a poem that abounds with beauties of every kind, and that justly entitles its author to a degree of fame not inferior to any poet."Ib., p. 452.

If people had said that epics were only fit for children and nursemaids, 'Paradise Lost' might have been an average pantomime: it might have been called 'Harlequin Satan, or How Adam 'Ad 'em.'

But when all has been said that can be said in disparagement or qualification, Paradise Lost remains the foremost of English poems and the sublimest of all epics.

We have Mr. Wordsworth's authority for believing that Paradise Lost was a dead letter, and John Milton virtually anonymous.

From the high ground we stood upon, from the plain path which invited our footsteps, to be so fallen, so lost, is mortifying; but everything of virtue has, in a degree, taken its departure from our land....

Regarded as a drama, therefore, Paradise Lost could never have been a success; but as poetry, with its sublime imagery, its harmonious verse, its titanic background of heaven, hell, and the illimitable void that lies between, it is unsurpassed in any literature.

"Paradise Lost" was the subject selected for illustration.

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream!" Such, in brief, is the story, the great epic of a Puritan's individual experience in a rough world, just as Paradise Lost was the epic of mankind as dreamed by the great Puritan who had "fallen asleep over his Bible.

We conclude that Love's Labor's Lost, for instance, is an early play, because of its form,excess of rime, small proportion of blank verse, lack of mastery of poetic expression,and also because it suffers from the puns, conceits, and overdrawn wit and imagery of his early work.

As a study of character Paradise Lost would be a grievous failure.

We conclude that Love's Labor's Lost, for instance, is an early play, because of its form,excess of rime, small proportion of blank verse, lack of mastery of poetic expression,and also because it suffers from the puns, conceits, and overdrawn wit and imagery of his early work.

19 Metaphors for  lost