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
absolutely active books bred contain dead intellect life living preserve purest soul whose
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them
absolutely active books bred certain contain dead intellect life living purest soul whose
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency of life in them, to be as active as the soul whose progeny they are; they preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of the living intellect that bred them.
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.
create ear might ribs soul took
I was all ear / And took in strains that might create a soul / Under the ribs of Death.
art soul lust
But when Lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish arts of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
war soul victory
Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned then war, new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.
eye sky soul
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
soul half thee
Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
dark light soul
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
soul singing elysium
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.
ties soul harmony
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
long soul pageantry
Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
iron soul tears
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
soul ears might
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.