Quotes About John Milton

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. —John Milton, Paradise Lost

He [John Milton] was so fair that they called him the Lady of Christ's College.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.

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

Into a limbo large and broad, since calledThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Unless an age too late, or coldClimate, or years damp my intended wing.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

In naked beauty more adorn'd,More lovely, than Pandora.

It was the winter wildWhile the Heav'n-born childAll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

So saying, with dispatchful looks in hasteShe turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

Pandemonium, city and proud seatOf Lucifer.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.

English poet John Milton in Paradise Lost.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...

Del inclinado tejado colgaban mágicas hileras de lámparas que refulgían cual estrellas y brillantes faroles de aceite que proyectaban luz… John Milton

And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was true… I was John Milton.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

Even the demons are encouraged when their chief is not lost in loss itself.