Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final… — John Milton Copy Share Image
All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Even the demons are encouraged when their chief is "not lost in loss itself.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And… — 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
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. — 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
