Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. — John Milton Copy Share Image
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven. — 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
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise. — 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
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God… — John Milton Copy Share Image
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of… — 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
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks, safest and seemliest by her husband stays, who guards her, or with her the worst… — 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
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
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
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
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
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,… — 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… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. — 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
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — 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
