John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures read more
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures free.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
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Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and read more
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, read more
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.".
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
