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	<title>Belphœbe &#187; Paradise Lost</title>
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		<title>Paradise Lost</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[All in a moment through the gloom were seen
Ten thousand banners rise into the air
With orient colors waving; with them rose
A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms
Appeared, and serried shields in thick array
Of depth immeasurable.  Anon they move
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised
To highth of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All in a moment through the gloom were seen<br />
Ten thousand banners rise into the air<br />
With orient colors waving; with them rose<br />
A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms<br />
Appeared, and serried shields in thick array<br />
Of depth immeasurable.  Anon they move<br />
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood<br />
Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised<br />
To highth of noblest temper heroes old&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>John Milton, <em>Paradise Lost</em></strong></p>
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		<title>Paradise Lost</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed
Labor, as to debar us when we need
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow,
To brute denied, and are of love the food,
Love not the lowest end of human life.
Adam, in Paradise Lost by John [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed<br />
Labor, as to debar us when we need<br />
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,<br />
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse<br />
Of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow,<br />
To brute denied, and are of love the food,<br />
Love not the lowest end of human life.</p>
<p><strong>Adam, in <em>Paradise Lost</em> by John Milton</strong></p>
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