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.

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.

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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.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 948

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Their fatal hands No second stroke intend.
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Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
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His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174
Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
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Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
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Hell Grew darker at their frown. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 719
Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.
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