To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or… — John Milton Copy Share Image
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the… — 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
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
