Lines from Paradise Lost, Books I – III

[Book I]
O spirit that doth prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure
what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support
All is not lost
The tyranny of heaven
Here in the heart of hell to work in fire,
hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest hell
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
angel forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
Warriors, the flowers of heaven, once yours, now lost
who overcomes
by force, hath overcome but half his foe
[Book II]
And that must end us, that must be our cure,
To be no more; sad cure; for who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion?
… to sit in darkness here
Hatching vain empires.
To be invulnerable in those bright arms
His dark materials to create new worlds
… of whom to ask
which way the nearest coast of darkness lies
bordering on light;
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
[Book III]
Hail holy light, offspring of heaven first-born,
Or of the eternal co-eternal beam
May I express thee unblamed? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
…Thus with the year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer’s rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
And now
Through all restraint broke loose he wings his way
Not far off heaven, in the precincts of light,
Directly towards the new created world