John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second read more
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
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?
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
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.
When the scourge
Inexorable, and the torturing hour
Calls us to penance.
When the scourge
Inexorable, and the torturing hour
Calls us to penance.
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; read more
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
