And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Source: Epitaph on Shakespeare.
Contributed by: Zaady
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 159.
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
Source: Il Penseroso. Line 49.
And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl.
Source: Samson Agonistes. Line 1692.
And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse,
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
Source: The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii.
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Source: Comus. Line 205.
A wilderness of sweets.
Source: Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294.
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