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Eloquence the soul, song charms the senses.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Mazes
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Eloquence
Charm
Senses
Song
Soul

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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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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
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But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
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Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
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Subdue By force, who reason for their law refuse, Right reason for their law.
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A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
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We shall sooner have the fowl by hatching the egg than by smashing it. Abraham Lincoln, White House speech 11 April 1865. Or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
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But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
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There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
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Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
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And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.
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Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
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Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
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Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
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