Moping melancholy
And moon-struck madness.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 485
And moon-struck madness.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 485
Related:
- A bevy of fair women.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line... - The brazen throat of war.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line... - Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve,
for he had much to see. -- John Milton (1608-1674)... - Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave
Thee,
native soil, these happy walks and shades? -- John... - And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike,
though oft invok'd. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -... - Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well:
how long or short permit to heaven. -- John Milton... - So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
Into thy mother's lap.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi... - Flowers worthy of paradise.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line... - Since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii...
