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. To Mr. H. Lawes On His Airs 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet 23 1/13/2003
32. Psalm 04 1/13/2003
33. To Sir Henry Vane The Younger 1/3/2003
34. To The Same 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet X: Daughter To That Good Earl 1/3/2003
36. Psalm 05 1/13/2003
37. To The Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652 1/13/2003
38. To Cyriack Skinner 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xvi: Cromwell, Our Chief Of Men 1/3/2003
40. To My Lord Fairfax 1/13/2003

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Best Poem of John Milton

Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have ...

Read the full of Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth

To The Lady Margaret Ley

Daughter to that good Earl, one President
Of England’s Council and her Treasury,
Who lived in both unstained with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
Though later born than to have known the days

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