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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Milton. (1608–1674) (continued)
 
2591
    Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13.
2592
    My latest found,
Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18.
2593
    Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71.
2594
    These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153.
2595
    Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166.
2596
    A wilderness of sweets.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294.
2597
    Another morn
Ris’n on mid-noon.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310.
2598
    So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331.
2599
    Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur’d lover’s hell.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449.
2600
    The bright consummate flower.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481.
2601
    Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601.
2602
    They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637.
2603
    Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658.
2604
    Midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667.
2605
    Innumerable as the stars of night,
Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745.
2606
    So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;
Among the faithless, faithful only he.
          Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896.
2607
    Morn,
Wak’d by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr’d the gates of light.
          Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2.