Emotions and Feelings

My sentence is for open war.

Rather than be less Car’d not to be at all.

Rather than be less Car’d not to be at all.

Moloch, scepter’d king, Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heav’n; now fiercer by despair.

Moloch, scepter’d king, Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heav’n; now fiercer by despair.

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais’d To that bad eminence; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain war with heav’n.

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais’d To that bad eminence; and from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue Vain war with heav’n.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev’n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven’s pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.

Who overcomes By force hath overcome but half his foe.

Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

Care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage.

The sun… In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

To reign is worth ambition though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.

The seat of desolation, void of light.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.

What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.

What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.

Him the Almighty Power Hurl’d headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.

Him the Almighty Power Hurl’d headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.