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And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.
Sep 10, 2025
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they only stand By ignorance? Is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Their ruin!
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.
Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all.
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
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. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
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.
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with joint or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil.
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
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.