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 forget thee
With thee conversing I forget all time.
music sweet bird
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
peace sloth ease
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
love sweet soul
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
majestic sober demure
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.
confusion ruins paradise-lost-book-2
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
angel looks ruth
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
thrones oratory fierce
Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
stars memories son
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,- The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
revenge may assembling
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
hypocrite angel men
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
garden leisure add
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.
sleep silence pace
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
fall night wings
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!