Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. — John Milton Copy Share Image
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace… — 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
Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest. — 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
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
