John Milton

(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)

John Milton Poems

1. Psalm 83 1/13/2003
2. Psalm 81 1/13/2003
3. Psalm 80 1/13/2003
4. Psalm 86 1/13/2003
5. Psalm 87 1/13/2003
6. Psalm 82 1/13/2003
7. On The University Carrier Who Sickn'D In The Time Of His Vacancy, Being Forbid To Go To London, By Reason Of The Plague 1/13/2003
8. Psalm 88 1/13/2003
9. Sonnet Xxii: To Cyriack Skinner 1/1/2004
10. Psalm 85 1/13/2003
11. The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I 1/13/2003
12. Psalm 07 1/13/2003
13. Sonnet 21 1/13/2003
14. Sonnet 03 1/13/2003
15. Psalm 06 1/13/2003
16. Sonnet 06 1/13/2003
17. The Hymn 1/3/2003
18. Psalm Cxxxvi 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet 02 1/13/2003
20. Psalm 03 1/13/2003
21. Sonnet 03: Canzone 1/13/2003
22. Sonnet 09 1/13/2003
23. Sonnet 04 1/13/2003
24. Cyriack, Whose Grandsire 5/28/2012
25. Sonnet Xx: Lawrence, Of Virtuous Father 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet 05 1/13/2003
27. On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 1/3/2003
28. Upon The Circumcision 1/3/2003
29. When I Consider How My Light Is Spent 5/28/2012
30. Sonnet 23 1/13/2003
31. Psalm 04 1/13/2003
32. To The Same 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet X: Daughter To That Good Earl 1/3/2003
34. To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness 1/13/2003
35. Psalm 05 1/13/2003
36. To The Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652 1/13/2003
37. To Cyriack Skinner 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xvi: Cromwell, Our Chief Of Men 1/3/2003
39. To My Lord Fairfax 1/13/2003
40. On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester 1/13/2003

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Best Poem of John Milton

Lycidas

In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately
drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637;
and,
by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in
their height.


YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more,
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear
Compels me to disturb your season due;
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, ...

Read the full of Lycidas

To The Same

Cyriack, 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 Heaven’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?