Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. — John Milton Copy Share Image
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget… — 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
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. — John Milton Copy Share Image
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. — John Milton Copy Share Image
'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever… — 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
