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And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
Topic: Grace
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. VIII, l. 43)
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A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd.
Topic: Gratitude
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 55)
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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
Topic: Greece
Source: Paradise Regained (bk. IV, l. 240)
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What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Topic: Grief
Source: Comus (l. 362)
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These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.
Topic: Guilt
Source: Samson Agonistes (l. 901)
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For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Topic: Hatred
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 98)
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I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.
Topic: Hearing
Source: Comus (l. 560)
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Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Topic: Hearing
Source: Il Penseroso (l. 120)
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I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.
Topic: Honeysuckles
Source: Comus (l. 543)
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So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Topic: Hospitality
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 331)
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For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth.
Topic: Hypocrisy
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. III, l. 682)
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The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
Topic: Inspirational
Source: None
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Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
Topic: Intemperance
Source: Comus (l. 64)
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. . . And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Topic: Intemperance
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 500)
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Direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.
Topic: Ivy
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. IX, l. 216)
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Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Topic: Jealousy
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 449)
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Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
Topic: Jesting
Source: Horace
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When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.
Topic: Judgment
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. III, l. 323)
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To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Topic: Larks
Source: L'Allegro (l. 41)
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And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
Topic: Larks
Source: Paradise Regained (bk. II, l. 279)
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Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Topic: Liberty
Source: None
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With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
Topic: Light
Source: Comus (l. 340)
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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.
Topic: Light
Source: Comus (l. 381)
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But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight;
Casting a dim religious light.
Topic: Light
Source: Il Penseroso (l. 155)
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Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
Topic: Light
Source: Il Penseroso (l. 79)
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There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Topic: Light
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. 8, l. 21)
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Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn!
Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam,
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate!
Topic: Light
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. III, l. 1)
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But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.
Topic: Literature
Source: None
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Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. - Paradise Lost.
Topic: Literature
Source: None
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When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.
Topic: Literature
Source: None
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Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thouDismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. - Paradise Lost.
Topic: Literature
Source: None
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Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.
Topic: Lonliness
Source: None
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Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Topic: Luck
Source: At a Vacation Exercise in the College
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Luck is the residue of design.
Topic: Luck
Source: At a Vacation Exercise in the College
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Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven: for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific.
Topic: Mammon
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 678)
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If we think we regulate printing, thereby to rectify manners, we must regulate all regulations and pastimes, all that is delightful to man.
Topic: Manners
Source: None
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Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Topic: May
Source: Song--On May Morning
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And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
Topic: Medicine
Source: Comus (l. 626)
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Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
Topic: Melancholy
Source: None
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By merit raised
To that bad eminence.
Topic: Merit
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 5)
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Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures free.
Topic: Merriment
Source: L'Allegro (l. 38)
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Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Topic: Midnight
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 667)
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The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
Topic: Misers
Source: Comus (l. 398)
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But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Topic: Misery
Source: Samson Agonistes (l. 101)
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Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Topic: Misfortune
Source: Paradise Regained (bk. II, l. 228)
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Thou, in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a life-long monument.
Topic: Monuments
Source: Epitaph--On Shakespeare
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So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
Topic: Necessity
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 393)
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He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Topic: News
Source: Samson Agonistes (l. 1,350)
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Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,
I woo, to hear thy even-song.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Il Penseroso (l. 61)
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Topic: Nightingales
Source: Sonnet--To the Nightingale
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