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• No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 53...
• Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 197...
• 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....
• And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- L'Allegro, Line 135...
• Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 44...
• But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 1012...
• Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 699...