John Milton
John Milton
John Miltonwas an English poet, polemicist, and man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost, written in blank verse...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 December 1608
hope despair may
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
fate strict left
He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity;
daughter son men
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.
change fear-of-change monarchs
Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
cures
Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
hands eden tears
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
eye sky soul
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
hate self liberty
how wearisom Eternity so spent in worship paid To whom we hate. Let us not then pursue By force impossible, by leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek Our own good from our selves, and from our own Live to our selves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easie yoke Of servile Pomp
happiness farewell joy
Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
loss men eden
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse
soul half thee
Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
hope fear farewell
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.
hate remembrance sun
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.