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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...
• Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 135...
• 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....
• 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...
• And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- L'Allegro, Line 67...
• And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 496
• T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swa
  Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest....