John Milton Quotes
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Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
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And the jocund rebecks soundTo many a youth, and many a maid,Dancing in the checkered shade.And young and old come forth to playOn a sunshine holiday.
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I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
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Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
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Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.
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It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.
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Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
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Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
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Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
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Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
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Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
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Angels contented with their face in heaven, Seek not the praise of men.
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Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise...
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Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
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O impotence of mind, in body strong! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure, yet liable to fall By weakest subtleties, not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command.
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He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.
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Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.