John Milton Quotes
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What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient!
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Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion.
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Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
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Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.
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Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
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And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
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I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.
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Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.
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Or call up him that left half toldThe story of Cambuscan bold.
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More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
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With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
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Under the opening eyelids of the morn,We drove afield; and both together heardWhat time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.
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He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.
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Peor and BaälimForsake their temples dim.
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Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
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So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
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Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd.
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Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.
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Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
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The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents.
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Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
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Believe and be confirmed.
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Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
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He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.