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• Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 162...
• Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 782...
• 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...
• 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...
• From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,-- A summer's day
  and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star....
• Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 710...
• Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 610...
• Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd
  for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred....
• Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 561...