Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering… — John Milton Copy Share Image
By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or… — 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
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heav'n on all his… — John Milton Copy Share Image
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep… — 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
But who is this, what thing of sea or land,- Female of sex it seems,- That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, . . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all. — 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
O why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heav'n With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair… — 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
