Quotes
Quotes - Milton
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces.
My latest found,
Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn.
A wilderness of sweets.
Another morn
Ris'n on mid-noon.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
The bright consummate flower.
Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Innumerable as the stars of night,
Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;
Among the faithless, faithful only he.
Morn,
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought
The better fight.
Arms on armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise
Of conflict.
Spirits that live throughout,
Vital in every part, not as frail man,
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die.
Far off his coming shone.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd
To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days,
On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Heaven open'd wide
Her ever during gates, harmonious sound,
On golden hinges moving.
Hither, as to their fountain, other stars
Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.
