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
country wherever
Our country is wherever we are well off
country herbs
Of herbs and other country messes, / Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses.
country herbs dresses
Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
country boredom golden
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.
country home wells
Our country is where ever we are well off.
country skills people
When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?
enduring incapable miserable
It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness.
deep devour fly hell lower lowest opens seems suffer
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n
angel golden hovering thou welcome
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, / Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
deadly found restless rush sooner
Restless thoughts, like a deadly swarm of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, but rush upon me thronging.
brought shadow sin
Man's disobedience) brought into this World a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's Harbinger
call half left
Or call up him that left half told / The story of Cambuscan bold.
ear free quite won
Such strains as would have won the ear / Of Pluto, to have quite set free / His half-regained Eurydice.
glory race shall
My race of glory run, and race of shame, / And I shall shortly be with them that rest.