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• His red right hand. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 174
• Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 910...
• Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 105...
• In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
  Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute...
• Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd
  for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred....
• A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 1106...
• As far as angels' ken. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 59
• Far off his coming shone. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 768
• Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 658...