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• Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book vi, Line 2...
• Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 310
• Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 658...
• With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
  Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...
• The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 1...
• Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book v, Line 667...
• His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 591...
• Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 138...
• Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 488...