The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. — John Milton Copy Share Image
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! — John Milton Copy Share Image
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides… — John Milton Copy Share Image
When I consider how my light is spent / Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, / And that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend... — John Milton Copy Share Image
“What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the highth of this great Argument I may… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age!… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share
This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to… — John Milton Copy Share
Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears,… — John Milton Copy Share
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet… — John Milton Copy Share
