Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. — John Milton Copy Share Image
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. — John Milton Copy Share Image
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). — John Milton Copy Share Image
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation. — John Milton Copy Share Image
... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden… — 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
