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Servant of God, well done! Well hast thou fought
Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms,
- Paradise Lost, VI. 29–37.
'O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies,
Milton, a name to resound for ages; Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, Starred from Jehovah's gorgeous armories, Tower as the deep-domed empyrean
Rings to the roar of an angel onset Me rather all that bowery loneliness, The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring, And bloom profuse and cedar arches
Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palmwoods Whisper in odorous heights of even.'
To Charles Diodati (Elegia Sexta)