John Milton Hid Quotations

The melting voice through mazes running;/ Untwisting all the chains that tie / The hidden soul of harmony.

Hide me from day's garish eye / While the bee with honied thigh / That at her flowery work doth sing.

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon.

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

Oft he seems to hide his face, / But unexpectedly returns / And to his faithful champion hath in place / Bore witness gloriously.

At whose sight all the stars / Hide their diminished heads.