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And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.
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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In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
John Milton
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Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,Where thou perhaps under the whelming tideVisit'st the bottom of the monstrous world.
John Milton
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When we speak of knowing God, it must be understood with reference to man's limited powers of comprehension. God, as He really is, is far beyond man's imagination, let alone understanding. God has revealed only so much of Himself as our minds can conceive and the weakness of our nature can bear.
John Milton
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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
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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A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal 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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For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,And disapproves that care, though wise in show,That with superfluous burden loads the day,And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
John Milton
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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
John Milton
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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; But prayer against his absolute decree No more avails than breath against the wind Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth: Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
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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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy sprayWarbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.
John Milton
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Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
John Milton
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
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What is dark within me, illumine.
John Milton
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Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
John Milton
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I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
John Milton
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As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
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How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!
John Milton
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Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
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Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
John Milton
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While the cock with lively dinScatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before,Oft list'ning how the hounds and hornCheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.
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