John Milton

John Milton

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Portrait of John Milton John Milton Paradise Lost — Book 11 (1890)

And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked
With vows, as their chief good and final hope.
Sight so deform what heart of rock could long
Dry-eyed behold? Adam could not, but wept,
Though not of woman born: compassion quelled
His best of man, and gave him up to tears
A space, till firmer thoughts restrained excess;
And, scarce recovering words, his plaint renewed:
"O miserable mankind, to what fall⁠500
Degraded, to what wretched state reserved!
Better end here unborn. Why is life given
To be thus wrested from us?
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Portrait of John Milton John Milton Paradise Lost — Book 11 (1890)

By the Angel, on thy feet thou stoodest at last,
Though comfortless; as when a father mourns⁠760
His children, all in view destroyed at once;
And scarce to the Angel utteredst thus thy plaint:
"O visions ill foreseen! better had I
Lived ignorant of future, so had borne
My part of evil only, each day's lot
Enough to bear. Those now, that were dispensed
The burden of many ages, on me light
At once, by my foreknowledge gaining birth
Abortive, to torment me ere their being,
With thought that they must be.
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Portrait of John Milton John Milton Paradise Lost — Book 11 (1890)

To whom the Archangel:—"Dexterously thou aimest.
So willingly doth God remit his ire,
Though late repenting him of Man depraved;
Grieved at his heart, when looking down he saw
The whole earth filled with violence, and all flesh
Corrupting each their way; yet, those removed,
Such grace shall one just man find in his sight,⁠890
That he relents not to blot out mankind,
And makes a convenant never to destroy
The earth again by flood, nor let the sea
Surpass his bounds, nor rain to drown the world,
With man therein or beast
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