These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their… — 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
“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
By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea; Of… — 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
