John Milton was an English poet, polemicist, a scholarly man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth (republic) of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost.
Milton's poetry and prose reflect deep personal convictions, a passion for f ...
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Lords are lordliest in their wine.
Milton it's my glee, I see thee through thy poems. Love thee it's my glee.
'Did I request thee Maker from my clay to mould me man? Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me? ' -Adam's words after the fall quoted from Paradise Lost. I first read them years ago in the intro to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and they have remained with me ever since.
unique is your writing style, god, angels, satan all are characters in your poems.I love your poems.
On His Blindness
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."
Milton wrote some poems in Italian: 5 sonnets and a canzone: Canzone. Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi M'accostandosi attorno, e perché scrivi, Perché tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana Verseggiando d'amor, e come t'osi? Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana E de pensieri lo miglior t'arrivi; Così mi van burlando, altri rivi Altri lidi t'aspettan, & altre onde Nelle cui verdi sponde Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi Perché alle spalle tue soverchia soma? Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi, - Dice mia Donna, e 'l suo dir, e il mio cuore Questa è lingua di cui si vanta Amore.