The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Comus. Line 631.
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The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
Source: L'Allegro. Line 36.
That power Which erring men call Chance.
Source: Comus. Line 587.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122.
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Source: On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99.
Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39.
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 61.
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Source: Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 172.
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