[…] I in one Night freed From servitude inglorious welnigh half Th’ Angelic Name, and thinner left the throng Of his adorers […]

So this was my future home, I thought! […] Backed by towering hills, the but faintly discernible purple line of the French boundary off to the southwest, a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

Pitch in and help me stuff the bird if you want Thanksgiving dinner.

First, there is palilogia, which is an idiosyncrasy of certain rhetoricians and public speakers who deliberately repeat a word or phrase or sentence for the sake of emphasis.