Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Yet that which is above all this, the favour and the love of Heaven, we have great argument to think in a… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Comus. The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, And the gilded Car of Day, [… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Not so on Man; him through their malice fall'n, Father of Mercy and Grace, thou didst not doom So strictly, but much… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith; Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come called charity, the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“So spake the Seraph Abdiel faithful found, Among the faithless, faithful only hee; Among innumerable false, unmov'd, Unshak'n, unseduc'd, unterrifi'd His Loyaltie… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Yet not so strictly hath our Lord impos'd /Labor, as to debar when we need /Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,/ food… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where… — 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
