John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er read more
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever, and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; read more
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second read more
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods read more
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,
I woo, to hear thy even-song.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to read more
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,
. . . .
And boldly venture to whatever place
Farthest from pain?
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
