John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
He seemed
For dignity compos'd and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,
All intellect, all sense, and as they please
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All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,
All intellect, all sense, and as they please
They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size,
Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.
So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
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So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.