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
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
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — 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
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — 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
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. — 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
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise. — 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
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
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. — 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
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
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
