Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave

Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269.

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Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue

The visual nerve, for he had much to see.

Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414.

Moping melancholy

And moon-struck madness.