Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139.
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Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.
That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
Source: Comus. Line 13.
That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75.
(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Source: Lycidas. Line 70.
That old man eloquent.
Source: To the Lady Margaret Ley.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
Source: Arcades. Line 68.
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.
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