John Milton

Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.

Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.

He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day:
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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself his own dungeon.

Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; read more

Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus read more

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' artic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.