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John Milton (Writer)

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in pil
— John Milton age
And so sep
— John Milton
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
— John Milton youth
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If ever deed of honour did thee please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
— John Milton night
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.
— John Milton great
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
— John Milton music
Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof.
— John Milton
The lazy leaden-stepping Hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace.
— John Milton
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.
— John Milton night
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
— John Milton joy
Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
— John Milton right
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
— John Milton reason
By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
— John Milton life
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.
— John Milton hope
His words ... like so many nimble and airy servitors trip about him at command.
— John Milton words
I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
— John Milton words
So little care they of beasts to make them men, that by their sorcerous doctrine of formalities, they take the way to transform them out of Christian men into judaizing beasts. Had they but taught the land, or suffered it to be taught, as Christ would it should have been in all plenteous dispensation of the word, then the poor mechanic might have so accustomed his ear to good teaching, as to have discerned between faithful teachers and false. But now, with a most inhuman cruelty, they who have put out the people’s eyes, reproach them of their blindness; just as the Pharisees their true fathers were wont, who could not endure that the people should be thought competent judges of Christ’s doctrine, although we know they judged far better than those great rabbis: yet “this people,” said they, “that know not the law is accursed.”
— John Milton faith
Truth...never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.
— John Milton world
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
— John Milton war
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
— John Milton time
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.
— John Milton
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
— John Milton time
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
— John Milton mind
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiar
— John Milton good
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
— John Milton love
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
— John Milton men
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
— John Milton war
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless.
— John Milton death
Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest;They also serve who only stand and wait.
— John Milton ocean
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.
— John Milton truth
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause Pronounced and in his volumes taught our Laws, Which others at their Bar so often wrench
— John Milton ya
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate one jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up, and steer Right onward.
— John Milton hope
Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
— John Milton
In mirth that after no repenting draws.
— John Milton
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
— John Milton father
Methought I saw my late espous
— John Milton thought
But oh! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
— John Milton night
[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.
— John Milton poetry
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
— John Milton war
For stories teach us, that liberty sought out of season, in a corrupt and degenerate age, brought Rome itself to a farther slavery: for liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands: neither is it completely given, but by them who have the happy skill to know what is grievance and unjust to a people, and how to remove it wisely; what good laws are wanting, and how to frame them substantially, that good men may enjoy the freedom which they merit, and the bad the curb which they need.
— John Milton freedom
Madam, methinks I see him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honour'd Margaret.
— John Milton words
The end of learning is to know God, and out of thatto love Him and imitate Him.
— John Milton love
Such as may make thee search the coffers round.
— John Milton sea
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
— John Milton time
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
— John Milton day
As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.
— John Milton great
That old man eloquent.
— John Milton man
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
— John Milton
License they mean when they cry, Liberty! For who loves that must first be wise and good.
— John Milton love
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
— John Milton light
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
— John Milton god
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.
— John Milton truth
By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.
— John Milton truth
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
— John Milton peace
It was the winter wild While the Heav'n-born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
— John Milton lies
No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around. The idle spear and shield were high up hung.
— John Milton war
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
— John Milton will
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
— John Milton horror
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
— John Milton words
From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
— John Milton art
Peor and Ba
— John Milton
Hence, loath
— John Milton
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreath
— John Milton youth
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go. On the light fantastic toe.
— John Milton light
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
— John Milton sweet
Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov
— John Milton live
While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn door, Stoutly struts his dames before, Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.
— John Milton darkness
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
— John Milton
Meadows trim, with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and balements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
— John Milton beauty
Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
— John Milton country
And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.
— John Milton man
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
— John Milton
Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength.
— John Milton strength
Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
— John Milton men
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
— John Milton eyes
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
— John Milton soul
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
— John Milton soul
Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.
— John Milton light
Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!
— John Milton father
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
— John Milton people
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
— John Milton soul
Forget thyself to marble.
— John Milton self
And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
— John Milton god
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
— John Milton pleasure
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
— John Milton music
I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
— John Milton path
Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.
— John Milton sin
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.
— John Milton art
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
— John Milton time
But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew Iron tears down Pluto’s cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
— John Milton war
Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold.
— John Milton story
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
— John Milton
When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves.
— John Milton wit
Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.
— John Milton work
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
— John Milton light
Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
— John Milton experience
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
— John Milton you
He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
— John Milton self
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
— John Milton tea
Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove afield; and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.
— John Milton time

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