John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your read more
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape read more
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.
With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
He's gone, and who knows how may he report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.
Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed.
Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.
Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.
For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
