Quotes from John Milton

Hence, loathed Melancholy,Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,In Stygian cave forlorn,'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Hear all ye Angels, progeny of light,Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

An old, and haughty nation proud in arms.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou foughtThe better fight, who single hast maintainedAgainst revolted multitudes the causeOf truth, in word mightier than they in arms.

Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse.

Apt words have power to suageThe tumors of a troubled mind.

For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor;So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed;And yet anon repairs his drooping head,And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled oreFlames in the forehead of the morning sky.So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves.

Sweet the coming onOf grateful ev'ning mild, then silent nightWith this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

An olive leaf he brings, pacific sign.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

Our state cannot be sever'd; we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heav'n firstborn.

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,The labor of an age in piled stones,Or that his hallow'd relics should be hidUnder a star-y-pointing pyramid?Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

Meadows trim, with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;Towers and battlements it seesBosom'd high in tufted trees,Where perhaps some beauty lies,The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

My unpremeditated verse.

The world was all before them, where to chooseTheir place of rest, and Providence their guide:They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slowThrough Eden took their solitary way.

CareSat on his faded cheek, but under browsOf dauntless courage.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,But must be current, and the good thereofConsists in mutual and partaken bliss.

No light, but rather darkness visible.

Dalila: In argument with men a woman everGoes by the worse, whatever be her cause.Samson: For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath!

Oft, on a plat of rising ground,I hear the far-off curfew soundOver some wide-watered shore,Swinging low with sullen roar.