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Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced,
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
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A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond
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In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
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His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appeared
Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
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On half the nations, and with fear of change
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Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
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By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Book i. Line 648.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
From Heaven; for ev'n in Heaven his looks and
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
In vision beatific.
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Let none admire
That riches grow in Hell: that soil may best
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day.
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Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
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High on a throne of royal state, which far
To that bad eminence.
Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assured us.
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The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair.
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Rather than be less
Cared not to be at all.
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My sentence is for open war.
That in our proper motion we ascend
When the scourge
Inexorable, and the torturing hour
Call us to penance.
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But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash
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The ethereal mould
Incapable of stain, would soon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
For who would lose,
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Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night? Book ii. Line 146.
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
Or summer's noontide air.
The palpable obscure.
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Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damned
Of creatures rational.
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In discourse more sweet,
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
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Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy. Bock ii. Line 565.
Arm the obdured breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog,
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O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of
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Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
The other shape,
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If shape it might be called that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint or limb,
Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars.
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For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,
Strive here for mastery.
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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
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Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
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