Quotes
Quotes - Milton
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
Proserpine gathering flowers,
Herself a fairer flower.
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
Implied
Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,--
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.
As Jupiter
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers.
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
Live while ye may,
Yet happy pair.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
The timely dew of sleep.
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
In naked beauty more adorn'd,
More lovely than Pandora.
Eas'd the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear.
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.
Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear
Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure
Touch of celestial temper.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
Abash'd the devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely.
All hell broke loose.
Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved.
The starry cope
Of heaven.
Fled
Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
