Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 5
Which men call earth.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 5
Related:
- That power
Which erring men call Chance.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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Comus, Line... - If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble. -- John Milton... - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line... - Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
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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 star that bids the shepherd fold.
-- 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... - There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth,
this punctual spot. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -...
