John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
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Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and read more
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!
Law can discover sin, but not remove,
Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
Law can discover sin, but not remove,
Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
If by fire
Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
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If by fire
Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn,
Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.
Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in read more
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
