Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss… — John Milton Copy Share Image
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all… — John Milton Copy Share Image
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible… — 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
