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
death lying sunset
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
halloween men names
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
sexy naked
In naked beauty most adorned.
sweet revenge long
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
revenge couches malice
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
revenge victory paradise-lost-book-2
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
mother may fruit
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
evil news bait
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
gratitude grateful mind
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
gratitude grateful mind
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?
spurs spirit fame
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
men brave age
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
book eye men
And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.
war night confusion
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.