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
anon bed flames forehead morning ocean tricks
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, / And yet anon repairs his drooping head, / And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, / Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
came fair forth morning pilgrim steps till
Till morning fair / Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice grey.
childhood morning shows youth
Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
childhood empire extend famous mind morning shows thy
The childhood shows the man, / As morning shows the day. Be famous then / By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, / So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
morning stars flower
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
morning time children
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
song morning stars
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
sweet morning bird
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
morning stars dancing
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east.
morning ambition men
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
morning stars ocean
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
morning hands light
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
morning silly sheep
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
obscure palpable uncouth
Through the palpable obscure find out / His uncouth way.