John Milton Quotes

Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't, Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't After her wandring labours long, Till free consent the gods among Make her his eternal Bride, And from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins are to be born, Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn,
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 1004-1011). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Nor jealousy Was understood, the injured lover's hell.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. repr. In Paradise Lost, ed. Scott Elledge (1993). Paradise Lost, bk. 5, l. 449 (1674).
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To the Ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that ly Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky:
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 976-979). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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But know that in the soul Are many lesser faculties that serve Reason as chief; among these fancy next Her office holds. Of all external things. Which the five watchful senses represent She forms imaginations, airy shapes Which reason, joining or disjoining, frames All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private cell when nature rests Oft in her absence mimic fancy wakes To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes, Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams, Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. V, l. 100-113). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite loose The divine property of her first being.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Comus; a Masque Presented at Ludlow Castle (l. 463-469). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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Whence true authority in men: though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seemed; For contemplation he and valour formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. IV, l. 295-299). OBS. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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With thee conversing I forget all time.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Eve to Adam, in Paradise Lost, bk. 4, l. 639 (1667).
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'Whence thou return'st, and whither wentst, I know; For God is also in sleep; and dreams advise, Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress, Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under Heaven, all places thou,
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. XII, l. 610-617). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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What call'st thou solitude? Is not the earth With various living creatures, and the air Replenished, and all these at thy command To come and play before thee?
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. God, in Paradise Lost, bk. 8. responding to Adam's plea for a companion in Eden—"In solitude/What happiness? Who can enjoy alone/Or all enjoying, what contentment find?" The plea is finally granted by the creation of Eve.
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Farewel happy Fields Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. I, l. 249-255). . . The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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