John Milton Quotes (574 Quotes)

Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask The conscience, Friend, t' have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence.

Wisest men Have erred, and by bad women been deceived And shall again, pretend they ne'er so wise.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day.

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle.

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.

On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.

The bridge is getting old and it is an indication it is continuing to weaken. So that type of storm we saw (Wednesday) is something we expect to see in the future.

In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars how they will wield The mighty frame how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances how gird the Sphere With Centric and Eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb.

So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd dire was the noise Of conflict.

Storied of old in high immortal verse Of dire chimeras and enchanted isles, And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to Hell.

Preserve my soul, for *I have trod Heb.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe.

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night.