What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears… — John Milton Copy Share Image
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The goal of all learning is to repair the ruin of our first parents.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O impotence of mind, in body strong! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids. — John Milton Copy Share Image
. . . for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Cease to admire, and all her plumes… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss… — John Milton Copy Share Image
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of… — John Milton Copy Share Image
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the… — 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
