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
time night fog
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
stars laughter moving
From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes - perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars: how they will wield The mighty frame: how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances; how gird the Sphere With Centric and Eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb.
beauty lovely naked
In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
inspirational heaven mind
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
love wise mean
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
love sorry eye
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
law reason
Our reason is our law.
men law sometimes
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
time eye arms
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
excess brightness ruins
His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.
earth woe losing
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
soul singing elysium
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
ties soul harmony
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
long soul pageantry
Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.