John Milton,
Paradise Lost — Book 4
(1890)
“ When Satan, still in gaze, as first he stood, Scarce thus at length failed speech recovered sad: "O Hell! what do mine eyes with grief behold? Into our room of bliss thus high advanced Creatures of other moud, earth-born perhaps,360 Not Spirits, yet to heavenly Spirits bright Little inferior; whom my thoughts pursue With wonder, and could love, so lively shines In them divine resemblance, and such grace The hand that formed them on their shape hath poured. ”
