Milton: Poems: Pocket Poets (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets)
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The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Milton contains selections from Milton's work, including sonnets, occasional poems, portions of Comus, Samson Agonistes, as well as Books I--XII of Paradise Lost.
to endure Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain, The sentence of their conqueror: this is now Our doom; which if we can sustain and bear, Our supreme foe in time may much remit His anger, and perhaps, thus far removed, Not mind us not offending, satisfied With what is punished; whence these raging fires Will slacken, if his breath stir not their flames. Our purer essence then will overcome Their noxious vapour, or, inured, not feel, Or, changed at length, and to the place conformed In
state Of splendid vassalage; but rather seek Our own good from ourselves, and from our own Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess, Free and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easy yoke Of servile pomp. Our greatness will appear Then most conspicuous when great things of small, Useful of hurtful, prosperous of adverse, We can create, and in what place so e’er Thrive under evil, and work ease out of pain Through labour and endurance. This deep world Of
to invade Heaven, whose high walls fear no assault or siege, Or ambush from the deep. What if we find Some easier enterprise? There is a place (If ancient and prophetic fame in heaven Err not) – another world, the happy seat Of some new race called Man, about this time To be created like to us, though less In power and excellence, but favoured more Of him who rules above; so was his will Pronounced among the gods, and by an oath That shook heaven’s whole circumference, confirmed.
fruit So various, not to taste that only tree Of knowledge, planted by the tree of life; So near grows death to life, whate’er death is – Some dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou know’st God hath pronounced it death to taste that tree: The only sign of our obedience left Among so many signs of power and rule Conferred upon us, and dominion given Over all other creatures that possess Earth, air, and sea. Then let us not think hard One easy prohibition, who enjoy Free leave so large
goat, All other parts remaining as they were, And they, so perfect in their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, But boast themselves more comely than before, And all their friends and native home forget, To roll with pleasure in a sensual sty. Therefore, when any favoured of high Jove Chances to pass through this adventurous glade, Swift as the sparkle of a glancing star I shoot from heaven, to give him safe convoy, As now I do; but first I must put off These my