John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, read more
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.".
From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
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From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
To grateful twilight.
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?
Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what contentment find?
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
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For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.
The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more
The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.
