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But hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy, Hail, divinest melancholy, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the Sense of human sight. | Milton |
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But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return ! | Milton |
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But that twohanded engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. | Milton |
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Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. | Milton |
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity. | Milton |
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Hail holy light, offspring of Heav’n firstborn! | Milton |
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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 Heav’n. | Milton |
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Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free; She can teach you how to climb…. | Milton |
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Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss. | Milton |
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O nightingale, that on your bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still. | Milton |
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Peace hath her victories No less renown’d than war. | Milton |
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Sweet bird that shunn’st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among. I woo, to hear thy even song. | Milton |
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That on talent which is death to hide. | Milton |
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The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. | Milton |
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The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. | Milton |
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