John Milton Quotes

It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.

This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.

Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, . . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?

When the new light which we beg for shines in upon us, there be [those] who envy and oppose, if it come not first in at their casements.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook.

For to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled.

With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.

Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.

And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.

So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

What can 'scape the eye Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart. Omniscient!

The starry cope Of heaven.

In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.

Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Thy actions to thy words accord; thy words To thy large heart give utterance due; thy heart; Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Courage never to submit of yield.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.