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
truth
Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
assuming bad believe bridge life span
We believe the bridge has a 20-year life span left. That's assuming no earthquakes and no bad storms,
ambition reign serve though worth
To reign is worth ambition though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heav'n
darkness discover flames hope peace rather regions rest served shades sights visible
Yet from those flames / No light, but rather darkness visible / Served only to discover sights of woe, / Regions of sorrow, doleful shades where peace / And rest can never dwell, hope never comes / That comes to all.
hath love offense regain strange though
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess'd
gaza mill
Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.
belated dreams fairy forest midnight moon overhead peasant side whose
Fairy elves, / Whose midnight revels, by a forest side / Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, / Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon / Sits arbitress.
art heavy thou
But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, / Now thou art gone, and never must return!
brought embrace
But O as to embrace me she inclined, / I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
absence confidence wonderful
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor
feed move voluntary
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move / Harmonious numbers.
freedom good hath heartily license love none rest scope tyrants
None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license which never hath more scope than under tyrants
death knock quiet
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail / Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,/ Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair,/ And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
cannot knows people talk
Everyone knows that you cannot talk about people by name,