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. Psalm 83 1/13/2003
7. Paradise Regained: The Second Book 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet 03: Canzone 1/13/2003
9. Sonnet 09 1/13/2003
10. Psalm Cxxxvi 1/3/2003
11. Paradise Lost: Book 06 1/13/2003
12. Sonnet 04 1/13/2003
13. Psalm 03 1/13/2003
14. Sonnet Xxii: To Cyriack Skinner 1/1/2004
15. Psalm 82 1/13/2003
16. Psalm 88 1/13/2003
17. Psalm 06 1/13/2003
18. Psalm 87 1/13/2003
19. Sonnet 21 1/13/2003
20. Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book 1/13/2003
21. Paradise Lost: Book 07 1/13/2003
22. To Mr. H. Lawes On His Airs 1/3/2003
23. Psalm 86 1/13/2003
24. Sonnet 23 1/13/2003
25. At A Vatican Exercise (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
26. The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I 1/13/2003
27. Paradise Lost: Book 05 1/13/2003
28. Psalm 04 1/13/2003
29. Psalm 05 1/13/2003
30. Cyriack, Whose Grandsire 5/28/2012
31. Paradise Lost: Book 12 1/13/2003
32. Psalm 08 1/13/2003
33. Sonnet 13 1/13/2003
34. On The Religious Memory Of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, Deceased Dec. 16, 1646 1/3/2003
35. Psalm 02 1/13/2003
36. Sonnet 08 1/13/2003
37. Sonnet 06 1/13/2003
38. Sonnet 01 1/13/2003
39. Sonnet 03 1/13/2003
40. Paradise Lost: Book 08 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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To My Lord Fairfax

Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings,
And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise,
And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze.
And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings,
Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings
Victory home, while new Rebellions raise
Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays
Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings:
O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand,

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