John Milton

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, read more

Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thouDismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. - Paradise Lost.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more

How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.