John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; read more
To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er read more
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more
If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
