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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Thy actions to thy words accord thy words To thy large heart give utterance due thy heart Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
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Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
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Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
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No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
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So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
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Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
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Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
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How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?
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So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
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This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.
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So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
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Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
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O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
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I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
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The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
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God shall be all in all.
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As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
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And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe!
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