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
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. — John Milton Copy Share Image
It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve… — 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
And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who… — 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
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportion'd strength. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps… — John Milton Copy Share Image
They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat. — John Milton Copy Share Image
It is not good for man to be alone. Hitherto all things [in Genesis] that have been named, were approved of God… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient! — John Milton Copy Share Image
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters… — 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