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
Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou… — JOHN MILTON Copy Share Image
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove. — John Milton Copy Share Image
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind. — 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
