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• Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 172...
• Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 135...
• Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 197...
• From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 184...
• The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
  Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving....
• Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 476...
• Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 275...
• My sentence is for open war. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 51
• The brazen throat of war. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book xi, Line 713