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With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air.

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The palpable obscure.

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Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

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Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote.

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The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

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Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

_Paradise Lost.