First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The goal of all learning is to repair the ruin of our first parents.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
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
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so… — 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
...it ought not to appear wonderful if many, both Jews and others, who lived before Christ, and many also who have lived… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow? — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Ah, much deluded! lay aside Thy threats, and anger misapplied! Art not afraid with sounds like these To offend, where thou canst… — 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
These are thy glorious works Parent of Good, Almighty, thine this universal Frame, Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then! Unspeakable,… — 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
