That power
Which erring men call Chance.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 587
Which erring men call Chance.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 587
Related:
- Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line... - His rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line... - Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasure.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - The star that bids the shepherd fold.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And... - And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line...
