Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
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.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
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.
With thee conversing I forget all time.
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
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.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is,.....
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.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.
And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.
Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
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