John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give read more
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give us is adverse.
Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven: for even in Heaven read more
Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven: for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific.
Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; read more
Yet I argue not
Again Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of right or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou read more
Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way,
And giv'st access, though secret she retire.
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
The work under our labour grows
Luxurious by restraint.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.
These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final read more
These evils I deserve, and more
. . . .
Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon,
Whose ear is ever open, and his eye
Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, read more
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
