Paradise Lost — Vocabulary
John Milton
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There in captivity he lets them dwell52 more

To thee who hast thy dwelling here on Earth.52 more

  All is not lost—the unconquerable will,
  And study of revenge, immortal hate,
  And courage never to submit or yield:
  And what is else not to be overcome?†27 more

  Rather, how hast thou yielded to transgress
  The strict forbiddance, how to violate
  The sacred fruit forbidden!†27 more

But the voice of God
To mortal ear is dreadful:32 more

a serpent armed with mortal sting.32 more

  He scarce had ended, when those two approached,
  And brief related whom they brought, where found,
  How busied, in what form and posture couched.†23 more

  But I should ill become this throne, O Peers,
  And this imperial sovereignty, adorned
  With splendour, armed with power, if aught proposed
  And judged of public moment in the shape
  Of difficulty or danger, could deter
  Me from attempting.†19 more

  For should Man finally be lost, should Man,
  Thy creature late so lov'd, thy youngest son,
  Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though join'd
  With his own folly?†18 more

  He, above the rest
  In shape and gesture proudly eminent,
  Stood like a tower.†12 more

  Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn;
  Subtle he needs must be, who could seduce
  Angels; nor think superfluous other's aid.†12 more

  Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
  Reduced their shapes immense, and were at large,
  Though without number still, amidst the hall
  Of that infernal court.†19 more

  Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps
  Our first eruption—thither, or elsewhere;
  For this infernal pit shall never hold
  Celestial Spirits in bondage, nor th' Abyss
  Long under darkness cover.†17 more

So fit, so acceptable, so divine,50 more

For I no sooner in my heart divined,50 more

  Better these than worse,
  By my advice; since fate inevitable
  Subdues us, and omnipotent decree,
  The Victor's will.†16 more

  Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
  His mighty stature; on each hand the flames
  Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and rolled
  In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale.†21 more

  Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench
  Of that forgetful lake benumb not still,
  That in our proper motion we ascend
  Up to our native seat; descent and fall
  To us is adverse.†8 more

  Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,
  Belike through impotence or unaware,
  To give his enemies their wish, and end
  Them in his anger whom his anger saves
  To punish endless?†10 more

  Direct my course:
  Directed, no mean recompense it brings
  To your behoof, if I that region lost,
  All usurpation thence expelled, reduce
  To her original darkness and your sway
  (Which is my present journey), and once more
  Erect the standard there of ancient Night.†10 more