Paradise lost book 1 Quote by John Milton Download Open image “Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Paradise lost book 1 Paradise lost book 9 Sole Tyranny
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“Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure; and, in my choyce, To reign is worth ambition, though… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Adam ruled over všemi.Byl Král.Až the day he will be king opustila.Pak came forth and became food for the silnější.A strongest was always king… — James Clavell Copy Share Image
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And… — Alexander Pope Copy Share
When the throne of God is overturned, the rebel realizes that it is now his own responsibility to create the justice, order, and unity… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
He who forsakes his own community and joins another perishes as the king who embraces an unrighteous path. — Chanakya Copy Share Image
“... This is no time for weakness. Reigning is a privilege and you have to sacrifice for it. It is given to you by… — Teresa May B. Bandiola 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
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 feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe. — John Milton Copy Share
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. — John Milton Copy Share Image
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. — John Milton Copy Share Image
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. — John Milton Copy Share Image
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes. — John Milton Copy Share Image
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
