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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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His words ... like so many nimble and airy servitors trip about him at command.
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Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
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John Milton |
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Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
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John Milton |
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Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
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John Milton |
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New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.
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John Milton |
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None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
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John Milton |
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No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
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John Milton |
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Peace hath her victoriesNo less renowned than war.
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John Milton |
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Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
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John Milton |
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Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave.
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John Milton |
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But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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John Milton |
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The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
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John Milton |
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Such as may make thee search the coffers round.
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John Milton |
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O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted,Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
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John Milton |
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Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
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John Milton |
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As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.
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John Milton |
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That old man eloquent.
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John Milton |
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That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
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John Milton |
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License they mean when they cry, Liberty!For who loves that must first be wise and good.
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John Milton |
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What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,Of Attic taste?
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John Milton |
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Have hungTo the stern god of sea.
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John Milton |
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Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
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John Milton |
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It was the winter wildAll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
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John Milton |
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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
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John Milton |
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Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
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John Milton |
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From haunted spring and daleThe parting genius is with sighing sent.
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John Milton |
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Peor and BaalimForsake their temples dim.
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John Milton |
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The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
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John Milton |
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Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.
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John Milton |
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Untwisting all the chains that tieThe hidden soul of harmony.
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John Milton |
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Hence vain deluding Joys,The brood of Folly without father bred!
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John Milton |
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And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
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John Milton |
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And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet,Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
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John Milton |
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!
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John Milton |
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Or call up him that left half toldThe story of Cambuscan bold.
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John Milton |
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Till old experience do attainTo something like prophetic strain.
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John Milton |
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He knewHimself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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John Milton |
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Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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John Milton |
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But O the heavy change, now thou art gone,Now thou art gone and never must return!
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John Milton |
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The gadding vine.
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John Milton |
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Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
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John Milton |
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Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to holdA sheep-hook.
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John Milton |
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Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
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