Emotions and Feelings

What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought?

So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Two of far nobler shape erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty seem’d lords of all.

A heaven on earth.

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.

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.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

The hell within him.

Into a limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev’n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer’s rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature’s works to me expung’d and raz’d, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With Joy and Love triumphing.

At certain revolutions all the damn’d Are brought: and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?

Arm th’ obdur’d breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Arm th’ obdur’d breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

The palpable obscure.

To sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires.

With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem’d A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin.

Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev’d.

Which if not victory is yet revenge.