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
music sweet lying
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
lonely stars lying
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
lying father mountain
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.
art lying law
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
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.
kings lying wish-to-die
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
life lying prime
To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.
running lying cells
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
children lying winter
It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
lying eye rivers
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
lying tears cups
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
lying endure temper
For no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper.
lying waste wasting-time
What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.
lying flower glowing
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.