"Their dread Commander. He, above the rest/In shape and gesture proudly eminent,/Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost/All her original brightness, nor appeared/Less than Archangel ruined, and th' excess/Of glory obscured... ...Darkened so, yet shone/Above them all th' Archangel: but his face/Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care/Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows/Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride/Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast/Signs of remorse and passion... "-Milton: Paradise Lost ( I, 589-)
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