Quotes
Quotes - Milton
Unless an age too late, or cold
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
The work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint.
Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
At shut of evening flowers.
As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.
So gloz'd the tempter.
Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
A pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd
His nostril wide into the murky air,
Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
Moping melancholy
And moon-struck madness.
And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
Into thy mother's lap.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.
A bevy of fair women.
The brazen throat of war.
Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
