And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. — John Milton Copy Share Image
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, safest and seemliest by her husband stays, who guards her, or with her the worst… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. — John Milton Copy Share Image
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — 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
