Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle. — John Milton Copy Share Image
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters… — 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
