Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Thus began Outrage from liveless things; but Discord first Daughter of Sin, among th' irrational, Death introduc'd through fierce antipathie: Beast now… — John Milton Copy Share Image
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what need… — 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 Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
