John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised
God and his works.
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to read more
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain?
The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.
(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted read more
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering but not beneath his shoulders broad.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
The planets in their station list'ning stood.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.
