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The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
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religion
inspirational
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Awake, arise or be for ever fall'n.
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rebellion
inspirational
revolt
satan
lucifer
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What needs my for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
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shakespeare
poetry
hallowed
pyramid
relics
labor
fame
honour
heir
william-shakespeare
memory
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Yet he who reigns within himself, and rule
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inspirational
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John Milton |
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How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfet raigns.
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philosophy
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John Milton |
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God does not need man nor his won works.
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Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By
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John Milton |
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Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
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John Milton |
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Commands are no constraints.
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inspirational
constraints
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John Milton |
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Ye cannot make us now lesse capable, lesse knowing, lesse eagarly pursuing of the Truth, unlesse ye first make yourselves that made us so, lesse the lovers, lesse the founders of our true Liberty. We can grow ignorant again, brutish, formall, and slavish as ye found us, but you then must first become that which ye cannot be, oppressive, arbitrary, and tyrannous as they were from whom ye have free'd us.
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censorhip-of-books
free-expression
free-speech
censorship
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I fear yet this iron yoke of outward conformity hath left a slavish print upon our necks: the ghost of a linnen decency yet haunts us.
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free-expression
censorship-of-books
free-speech
censorship
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What think'st thou then of mee, and this my State, Seem I to thee sufficiently possest Of happiness, or not? who am alone From all Eternitie, for none I know Second to mee or like, equal much less.
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John Milton |
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But his doom 54: Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought 55: Both of lost happiness and lasting pain 56: Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes 57: That witness'd huge affliction and dismay 58: Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
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John Milton |
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159: To do ought good never will be our task, 160: But ever to do ill our sole delight, 161: As being the contrary to his high will 162: Whom we resist. If then his Providence 163: Out of our evil seek to bring forth good, 164: Our labour must be to pervert that end, 165: And out of good still to find means of evil;
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John Milton |
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All is best, though we oft doubt, what the unsearchable dispose, of highest wisdom brings about.
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fate
inspirational
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John Milton |
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Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
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John Milton |
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Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rs Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
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Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to accuse, But Heav'ns free Love dealt equally to all? Be then his Love accurst, since love or hate, To me alike, it deals eternal woe. Nay
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John Milton |
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In blissful solitude; he then survey'd Hell and the Gulf between, and Satan there Coasting the wall of Heav'n on this side Night In the dun Air sublime,
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John Milton |
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To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
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John Milton |
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Thus began Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational, Death introduc'd through fierce antipathie: Beast now with Beast gan war, & Fowle with Fowle, And Fish with Fish; to graze the Herb all leaving, Devourd each other; nor stood much in awe Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing: these were from without The growing miseries, which ADAM saw Alreadie..
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Such as I seek, fit to participate All rational delight, wherein the brute Cannot be human consort; they rejoyce Each with thir kinde, Lion with Lioness; So fitly them in pairs thou hast combin'd; Much less can Bird with Beast, or Fish with Fowle So well converse, nor with the Ox the Ape; Wors then can Man with Beast, and least of all. Whereto th' Almighty answer'd, not displeas'd. A nice and suttle happiness I see Tho..
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John Milton |
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Whom thus the Sin-born Monster answerd soon. To mee, who with eternal Famin pine, Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven, There best, where most with ravin I may meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems To stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corps. To whom th' incestuous Mother thus repli'd. Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, & Flours Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowle, No homel..
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John Milton |
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Comus. The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, And the gilded Car of Day, [ 95 ] His glowing Axle doth allay In the steep Atlantick stream, And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky Pole, Pacing toward the other gole [ 100 ] Of his Chamber in the East. Mean while welcom Joy, and Feast, Midnight shout, and revelry, Tipsie dance and Jollity. Braid your Locks with rosie Twine [ 105 ] Dropping od..
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John Milton |
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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
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Before the starry threshold of Jove's CourtMy mansion is.
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Above the smoke and stir of this dim spotWhich men call earth.
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Bacchus, that first from out the purple grapeCrushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
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And the gilded car of day,In the steep Atlantic stream.
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What hath night to do with sleep?
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Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity:She that has that, is clad in complete steel.
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Filled the air with barbarous dissonance.
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I was all ear,Under the ribs of Death.
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Comus (John Milton) |
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That powerWhich erring men call Chance.
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Comus (John Milton) |
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Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
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Comus (John Milton) |
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Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
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Comus (John Milton) |
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But now my task is smoothly done:I can fly, or I can run.
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The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
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John Milton |
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And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
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John Milton |
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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
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John Milton |
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Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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John Milton |
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy sprayWarbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.
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John Milton |
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
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John Milton |
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Where the bright seraphim in burning rowTheir loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
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