O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his… — John Milton Copy Share Image
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
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good. — 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
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair. — John Milton Copy Share Image
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Consult.../what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.” — 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
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
