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On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Sound
Impetuous
Recoil
Hinges
Thunder
Harsh
Sudden
Jarring
Doors
Grate
Open
Infernal

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