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• Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 302...
• Far off his coming shone. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 768
• 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...
• 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...
• Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 710...
• Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 105...
• Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 987