John Milton Quotes

So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where other groves and other streams along With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the bless'd kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Lycidas (l. 172-181). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats With plain heroic magnitude of mind And celestial vigour armed;
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Samson Agonistes (l. 1277-1280). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Methought I saw my late espousèd saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. repr. In Milton's Poetical Works, ed. Douglas Bush (1966). Methought I saw my late espousèd saint, Sonnet 23 (1658). Opening lines.
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Let me obtain forgiveness of thee, Samson, Afford me place to shew what recompence Towards thee I intend for what I have misdone, Misguided; only what remains past cure Bear not too sensibly, nor still insist To afflict thy self in vain: though sight be lost, Life yet hath many solaces, enjoy'd Where other senses want not their delights At home in leisure and domestic ease,
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Samson Agonistes (l. 909-917). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear as in no face with more delight. But, O! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. On His Deceased Wife (l. 9-14). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Lords are lordliest in their wine.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Samson Agonistes, l. 1418 (1671).
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What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Has built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavoring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving, And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. On Shakespeare (l. 1-16). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, They creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Samson, in Samson Agonistes.
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Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields where still doth sway The triple tyrant; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. On the Late Massacre in Piedmont (l. 10-14). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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I yielded, and unlocked her all my heart, Who with a grain of manhood well resolved Might easily have shook off all her snares; But foul effeminacy held me yoked Her bondslave.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. repr. In Milton's Poetical Works, ed. Douglas Bush (1966). Samson, in Samson Agonistes, l. 407-11 (1671). Referring to D lila (Delilah).
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