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• Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 536...
• Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 1014...
• Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 269...
• What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 105...
• As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 445...
• His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 591...
• A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 1106...
• Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 568...
• Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 65...