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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
John Milton
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Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
John Milton
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A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
John Milton
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Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
John Milton
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What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.
John Milton
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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.
John Milton
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From haunted spring and daleEdged with poplar paleThe parting genius is with sighing sent.
John Milton
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Such strains as would have won the earOf Pluto, to have quite set freeHis half-regained Eurydice.These delights, if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.
John Milton
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How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!
John Milton
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I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
John Milton
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If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!
John Milton
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Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
John Milton
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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
John Milton
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
John Milton
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In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
John Milton
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Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.
John Milton
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Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
John Milton
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What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
John Milton
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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
John Milton
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And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.
John Milton
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In mirth that after no repenting draws.
John Milton
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Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
John Milton
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If by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of him who all things can, I would not cease To weary him with my assiduous cries; But prayer against his absolute decree No more avails than breath against the wind Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth: Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
John Milton
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!
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