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• On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 879...
• Hell Grew darker at their frown. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 719
• 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
• The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 490...
• The never-ending flight Of future days.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 221...
• Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 185
• Gorgons and Hydras and Chimaeras dire.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 628...
• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...