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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Danger will wink on opportunity.
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
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Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.
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But all was false and hollow though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
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What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.
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Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
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There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
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I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.
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Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
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Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
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Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.
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What is dark within me, illumine.
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A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond / Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night.
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From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
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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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Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
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What reinforcement we may gain from hope If not, what resolution from despair.
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The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
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Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
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Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
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