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Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced,
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His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured.
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In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
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Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
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Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
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Let none admire
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A fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
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High on a throne of royal state, which far
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Surer to prosper than prosperity
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The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Book ii. Line 44. Rather than be less Cared not to be at all.
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My sentence is for open war.
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That in our proper motion we ascend
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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
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The ethereal mould
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For who would lose, 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
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The palpable obscure.
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Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damned
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In discourse more sweet,
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Arm the obdured breast
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A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog,
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O’er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
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Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Book ii. Line 628. The other shape, If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either - black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart.
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Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
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Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.
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Where eldest Night
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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,
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Hail, holy light ! offspring of Heaven first-born.
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