John Milton

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more

So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.

We see things not as they are but as we are.

We see things not as they are but as we are.

He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day:
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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself his own dungeon.

The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.