John Milton

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

John Milton Poems

1. Paradise Regained: The First Book 1/13/2003
2. Psalm 80 1/13/2003
3. Psalm 07 1/13/2003
4. Paradise Regained: The Third Book 1/13/2003
5. Psalm 81 1/13/2003
6. Paradise Regained: The Second Book 1/13/2003
7. Sonnet 03: Canzone 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet 09 1/13/2003
9. Psalm Cxxxvi 1/3/2003
10. Paradise Lost: Book 06 1/13/2003
11. Sonnet 04 1/13/2003
12. Sonnet Xxii: To Cyriack Skinner 1/1/2004
13. Psalm 82 1/13/2003
14. Psalm 03 1/13/2003
15. Psalm 06 1/13/2003
16. Psalm 88 1/13/2003
17. Psalm 87 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet 21 1/13/2003
19. Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book 1/13/2003
20. Paradise Lost: Book 07 1/13/2003
21. Psalm 86 1/13/2003
22. Sonnet 23 1/13/2003
23. At A Vatican Exercise (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
24. Psalm 04 1/13/2003
25. Psalm 05 1/13/2003
26. The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I 1/13/2003
27. Paradise Lost: Book 05 1/13/2003
28. Cyriack, Whose Grandsire 5/28/2012
29. Paradise Lost: Book 12 1/13/2003
30. Psalm 08 1/13/2003
31. Sonnet 13 1/13/2003
32. On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 1/3/2003
33. Psalm 02 1/13/2003
34. Sonnet 08 1/13/2003
35. Sonnet 06 1/13/2003
36. Sonnet 01 1/13/2003
37. Paradise Lost: Book 08 1/13/2003
38. Sonnet Xx: Lawrence, Of Virtuous Father 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet 03 1/13/2003
40. Sonnet 11 1/13/2003

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Best Poem of John Milton

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 ...

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At A Solemn Music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd fantasy present
That undisturbed Song of pure concent,
Ay sung before that saphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon
With Saintly shout and solemn Jubilee,

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