John Milton
John Milton
John Miltonwas an English poet, polemicist, and man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost, written in blank verse...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 December 1608
dark foul hides himself secrets soul thoughts walks
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
court mansion starry threshold
Before the starry threshold of Jove's Court / My mansion is.
against borne cause far fought god mightier multitudes servant single testimony thou truth universal word worse
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintain'd Against revolted multitudes the Cause Of Truth, in word mightier than they in Arms; And for the testimony of Truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse
fight fought servant thou
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight
evil farewell good hope thou
So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good
blest happier happiest seek sleep
Sleep on, Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek No happier state, and know to know no more
dear deaths love
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
evil good news rides
Evil news rides post, while good news bates
hear slow sullen swinging
I hear the far-off curfew sound, / Over some wide-watered shore, / Swinging slow with sullen roar.
few large limbo paradise since
Into a Limbo large and broad, since called / The paradise of fools, to few unknown.
against air calm earth heaven injury nature rejoicing seasons
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth
highest middle sat tree
Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,/ The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
bee doth eye flowery hide work
Hide me from day's garish eye / While the bee with honied thigh / That at her flowery work doth sing.