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O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.
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O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 620
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I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 787...
Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 1014...
Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 803...
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 845...
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Regained, Book ii, Line 228...
Gorgons and Hydras and Chimaeras dire.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 628...
His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174
My sentence is for open war. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 51
Their fatal hands No second stroke intend.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 712...