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• Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 476...
• On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii, Line 879...
• A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
  What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?...
• At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 34...
• Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book x, Line 77...
• Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iii, Line 474...
• From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,-- A summer's day
  and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star....
• Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book iv, Line 162...
• Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 10...