Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The virtuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or… — John Milton Copy Share Image
God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings. — 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
