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• O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Samson Agonistes, Line 80...
• And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 66
• The gadding vine. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 40
• Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
• Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 78
• He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 10...
• To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 68...
• Without the meed of some melodious tear. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 14
• But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 130...