Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely… — 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
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals… — 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… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green… — John Milton Copy Share Image
From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and… — 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
