Emotions and Feelings

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

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.

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.

My sentence is for open war.

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.

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

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

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.