1608-1674.
PARADISE LOST.
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Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God.
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What in me is dark,
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
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Yet from those flames
No light; but only darkness visible.
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Where peace
And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,
That comes to all.
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What though the field be lost?
All is not lost.
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The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
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Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
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Heard so oft
In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
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Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
High over-arched imbower.
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Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
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Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
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In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
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Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
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From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day.
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But all was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
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With grave
Aspéct he rose, and in his rising seemed
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat and public care.
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With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look
Drew audience and attention still as night
Or summer's noontide air.
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Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
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The other shape,
If shape it might be called that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
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Whence and what art them, execrable shape?
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And Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
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Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
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Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
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Since called
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
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At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads.
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And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
Evil, be thou my good.
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For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.
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His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
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Imparadised in one another's arms.
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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
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With thee conversing, I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,
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Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source
Of human happiness.
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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
The lowest of your throng.
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Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.
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Good, the more
Communicated, more abundant grows.
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These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
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So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
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Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
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Dire was the noise
Of conflict.
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Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
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Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
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Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed and not unsought be won.
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So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!
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Those graceful acts,
Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
From all her words and actions.
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To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)
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For solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
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Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.
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The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
PARADISE REGAINED.
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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
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Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
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As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
SAMSON AGONISTES.
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Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men.
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He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
COMUS.
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A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And lap it in Elysium.
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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun,
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How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
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I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the rib of Death.
LYCIDAS.
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He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble minds)
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
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The pilot of the Galilean lake.
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So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
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To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
L'ALLEGRO.
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Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
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Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light, fantastic toe.
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And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
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Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
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Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
IL PENSEROSO.
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And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
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Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
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Where more is meant than meets the ear.
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And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim, religious light.
Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley.
That old man eloquent.
Sonnet on his Blindness.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner.
Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
Sonnet on his Deceased Wife.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.