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
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. — John Milton Copy Share Image
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature… — John Milton Copy Share Image
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like… — John Milton Copy Share Image
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, flocks, Thronging… — John Milton Copy Share Image
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Though all winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do injuriously… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. — John Milton Copy Share Image
What if Earth be but the shadow of Heaven and things therein - each other like, more than on Earth is thought? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These are thy glorious works Parent of Good, Almighty, thine this universal Frame, Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then! Unspeakable,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heav'n With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. — 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
