John Milton Quotes
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Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
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Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
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Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
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And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
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All hell broke loose.
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While the cock with lively dinScatters 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 hornCheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.
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Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
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The brazen throat of war.
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The never-ending flight Of future days.
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The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
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I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.
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O execrable son! so to aspire Above his brethren, to himself assuming Authority usurped, from God not given. He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl, Dominion absolute; that right we hold By his donation; but man over men He made not lord; such title to himself Reserving, human left from human free.
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Such strains as would have won the earOf Pluto, to have quite set freeHis half-regained Eurydice.These delights, if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.
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For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
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But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
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Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
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Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,Where thou perhaps under the whelming tideVisit'st the bottom of the monstrous world.
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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.
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From haunted spring and daleEdged with poplar paleThe parting genius is with sighing sent.
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
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But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
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And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.