The following 99 quotes match your criteria:
| Author: John Milton |
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1.
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| Author: John Milton |
Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook, that flow’d
Fast by the oracle of God. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16.
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| Author: John Milton |
What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support,
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
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| Author: John Milton |
| As far as angels’ ken. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59.
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| Author: John Milton |
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62.
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| Author: John Milton |
Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65.
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| Author: John Milton |
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105.
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| Author: John Milton |
To be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157.
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| Author: John Milton |
| And out of good still to find means of evil. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165.
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| Author: John Milton |
Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249.
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| Author: John Milton |
A mind not to be chang’d by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.
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| Author: John Milton |
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261.
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| Author: John Milton |
Heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275.
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| Author: John Milton |
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great ammiral were but a wand,
He walk’d with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292.
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| Author: John Milton |
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades
High over-arch’d imbower. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Awake, arise, or be forever fallen! |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330.
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| Author: John Milton |
Spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Execute their airy purposes. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430.
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| Author: John Milton |
When night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 5(.
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| Author: John Milton |
Th’ imperial ensign, which full high advanc’d
Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.
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| Author: John Milton |
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell’s concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540.
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| Author: John Milton |
Anon they move
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549.
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| Author: John Milton |
His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear’d
Less than archangel ruin’d, and th’ excess
Of glory obscur’d. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591.
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| Author: John Milton |
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597.
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| Author: John Milton |
Thrice he assay’d, and thrice in spite of scorn
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619.
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| Author: John Milton |
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648.
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| Author: John Milton |
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
From heaven; for ev’n in heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of heaven’s pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoy’d
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| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679.
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| Author: John Milton |
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell: that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690.
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| Author: John Milton |
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710.
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| Author: John Milton |
From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,—
A summer’s day; and with the setting sun
Dropp’d from the Zenith like a falling star. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742.
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| Author: John Milton |
Fairy elves,
Whose midnight revels by a forest side
Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
Sits arbitress. |
| Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781.
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| Author: John Milton |
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit rais’d
To that bad eminence. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1.
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| Author: John Milton |
Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assur’d us. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39.
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| Author: John Milton |
The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44.
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| Author: John Milton |
Rather than be less,
Car’d not to be at all. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47.
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| Author: John Milton |
| My sentence is for open war. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51.
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| Author: John Milton |
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat: descent and fall
To us is adverse. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75.
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| Author: John Milton |
When the scourge
Inexorable and the torturing hour
Call us to penance. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105.
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| Author: John Milton |
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropp’d manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112.
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| Author: John Milton |
Th’ ethereal mould
Incapable of stain would soon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
Victorious. Thus repuls’d, our final hope
Is flat despair. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139.
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| Author: John Milton |
For who would lose,
Though full of pain this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow’d up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night? |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146.
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| Author: John Milton |
| His red right hand. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev’d. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185.
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| Author: John Milton |
The never-ending flight
Of future days. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221.
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| Author: John Milton |
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274.
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| Author: John Milton |
With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem’d
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,
With Atlantean |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 3(.
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| Author: John Milton |
| The palpable obscure. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406.
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| Author: John Milton |
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432.
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| Author: John Milton |
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476.
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| Author: John Milton |
The low’ring element
Scowls o’er the darken’d landscape. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490.
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| Author: John Milton |
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn’d
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496.
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| Author: John Milton |
In discourse more sweet;
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir’d,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason’d high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix’d fate, free-will, fore |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565.
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| Author: John Milton |
Arm th’ obdur’d breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568.
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| Author: John Milton |
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,
Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
Burns frore, and cold performs th’ effect of fire.
Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal’d,
At certain revolut |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592.
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| Author: John Milton |
O’er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628.
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| Author: John Milton |
The other shape,
If shape it might be call’d that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
Or substance might be call’d that shadow seem’d,
For each seem’d either,—black it stood as night,
Fierce as |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681.
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| Author: John Milton |
Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 6).
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| Author: John Milton |
| So spake the grisly Terror. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704.
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| Author: John Milton |
Incens’d with indignation Satan stood
Unterrify’d, and like a comet burn’d
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th’ arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707.
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| Author: John Milton |
Their fatal hands
No second stroke intend. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712.
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| Author: John Milton |
Hell
Grew darker at their frown. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719.
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| Author: John Milton |
| I fled, and cry’d out, D |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787.
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| Author: John Milton |
Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803.
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| Author: John Milton |
Death
Grinn’d horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be fill’d. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845.
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| Author: John Milton |
On a sudden open fly,
With impetuous recoil and jarring sound,
Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879.
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| Author: John Milton |
Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,
Strive here for mast’ry. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.
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| Author: John Milton |
Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910.
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| Author: John Milton |
To compare
Great things with small. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921.
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| Author: John Milton |
O’er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948.
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| Author: John Milton |
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line )5.
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| Author: John Milton |
So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov’d on, with difficulty and labour he. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021.
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| Author: John Milton |
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. |
| Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Hail holy light! offspring of heav’n first-born. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1.
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| Author: John Milton |
| The rising world of waters dark and deep. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11.
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| Author: John Milton |
Thoughts that voluntary move
Harmonious numbers. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37.
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| Author: John Milton |
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer’s rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surro |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line ).
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| Author: John Milton |
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Dark with excessive bright. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380.
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| Author: John Milton |
Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474.
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| Author: John Milton |
Since call’d
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495.
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| Author: John Milton |
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom’s gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686.
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| Author: John Milton |
| The hell within him. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20.
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| Author: John Milton |
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber’d,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23.
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| Author: John Milton |
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish’d heads. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34.
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| Author: John Milton |
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg’d. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55.
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| Author: John Milton |
Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat’ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73.
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| Author: John Milton |
| Such joy ambition finds. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92.
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| Author: John Milton |
Ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96.
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| Author: John Milton |
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108.
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| Author: John Milton |
That practis’d falsehood under saintly shew,
Deep malice to conceal, couch’d with revenge. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122.
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| Author: John Milton |
Sabean odours from the spicy shore
Of Araby the Blest. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162.
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| Author: John Milton |
And on the Tree of Life,
The middle tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a cormorant. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194.
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| Author: John Milton |
| A heaven on earth. |
| Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208.
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