John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a read more
In discourse more sweet,
(For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,)
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I
Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne
My part of read more
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I
Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne
My part of evil only.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of read more
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Power ought to serve as a check to power.
Power ought to serve as a check to power.
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves read more
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
