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• Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 135...
• No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 53...
• Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 172...
• 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....
• Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 5...
• And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 159...
• In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 597...
• And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...