But That Two-handed Engine At The Door Stands Ready To Smite Once, And Smite No More.

But that two-handed engine at the door
Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Lycidas, Line 130

And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 66
The gadding vine. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 40
Under the opening eyelids of the morn. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 26
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 109...
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 78
He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 10...
To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 193
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 68...
Without the meed of some melodious tear. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 14