John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
If weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
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If weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,
With God or man will gain thee no remission.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
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So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
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.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
