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
adding fuel gone knows thy words
He's gone and who knows how he may report/ Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
bones fathers kept lie mountains pure scattered stocks thy truth whose worshipped
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones / Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; / Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old / When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones.
art knitting listen loose thou thy train twisted
Sabrina fair, / Listen where thou art sitting/ Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, / In twisted braids of lilies knitting / The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
dear fame great heir son thou thy weak witness
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, / What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
dark further guiding hand lend onward thy
A little onward lend thy guiding hand / To these dark steps, a little further on.
god happiest thou thy
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more / Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
childhood empire extend famous mind morning shows thy
The childhood shows the man, / As morning shows the day. Be famous then / By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, / So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
love nor permit short thou thy
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well, how long or short permit to heav'n
fresh last tomorrow
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue; / Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
madness
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, / And moon-struck madness.
belated dreams fairy forest midnight moon overhead peasant side whose
Fairy elves, / Whose midnight revels, by a forest side / Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, / Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon / Sits arbitress.
contagion flashy foul hungry lean mist pipes rank rot sheep songs wretched
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, / But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, / Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.
bloody infant mother
The bloody Piedmontese that rolled / Mother with infant down the rocks.
divinely fit love
She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods.