John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence read more
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to they grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
Subdue
By force, who reason for their law refuse,
Right reason for their law.
Subdue
By force, who reason for their law refuse,
Right reason for their law.
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his read more
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
