John Milton Quotes

The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, And the gilded Car of Day, His glowing Axle doth allay In the steep Atlantick stream,
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 93-97). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. repr. In Paradise Lost, ed. Scott Elledge (1993). Paradise Lost, bk. 10, l. 77-8 (1674). The words of Jesus to God.
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A hidden strength Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her own: 'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that, is clad in compleat steel, And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keen May trace huge Forests, and unharbour'd Heaths, Infamous Hills, and sandy perilous wildes, Where through the sacred rayes of Chastity, No savage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneer Will dare to soyl her Virgin purity,
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 418-427). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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"My author and disposer, what thou biddest Unargued I obey; so God ordains, God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IV, l. 635-638). FaBV. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gently Pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid them in som flowry Cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear, So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's Harmonies.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 230-243). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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For many are the trees of God that grow In Paradise, and various, yet unknown To us; in such abundance lies our choice As leaves a greater store of fruit untouched, Still hanging incorruptible, till men Grow up to their provision, and more hands Help to disburden Nature of her bearth."
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IX, l. 618-624). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth, With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 710-714). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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How shall I behold the face Henceforth of God or Angel, earst with joy And rapture so oft beheld? those heav'nly shapes Will dazle now this earthly, with thir blaze Insufferably bright. O might I here In solitude live savage, in some glade Obscur'd, where highest Woods impenetrable To Starr or Sun-light, spread thir umbrage broad, And brown as Eevening: Cover me ye Pines, Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more. But let us now, as in bad plight, devise What best may for the present serve to hide The Parts of each from other, that seem most To Shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen, Some Tree whose broad smooth Leaves together sowd, And girded on our loins, my cover round Those middle parts, that this new commer, Shame, There sit not, and reproach us as unclean.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IX, l. 1080-1098). TOF. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres, Thither all their bounties bring, That there eternal Summer dwels, And West winds, with musky wing About the cedar'n alleys fling Nard, and Cassia's balmy smels.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 986-991). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow Through Eden took their solitary way.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. XII, l. 645-649). NOCV. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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