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For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
John Milton
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The never-ending flight Of future days.
John Milton
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Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,If ever deed of honour did thee please,Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
John Milton
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From haunted spring and daleEdged with poplar paleThe parting genius is with sighing sent.
John Milton
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
John Milton
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
John Milton
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Forget thyself to marble.
John Milton
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Nor think thou with wind Of æry threats to awe whom yet with deeds Thou canst not.
John Milton
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Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
John Milton
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A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
John Milton
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What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
John Milton
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Such as may make thee search the coffers round.
John Milton
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
John Milton
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You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
John Milton
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It was that fatal and perfidious bark,Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark,That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
John Milton
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Hence, loathèd Melancholy,Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,In Stygian cave forlorn,'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.
John Milton
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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
John Milton
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The brazen throat of war.
John Milton
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Thrones, dominions, princedoms, virtues, powers-- If these magnific titles yet remain Not merely titular.
John Milton
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Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.
John Milton
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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
John Milton
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But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
John Milton
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Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.
John Milton
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And if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary Him with my assiduous cries.
John Milton
