John Milton

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

John Milton Poems

41. Sonnet Xx: Lawrence, Of Virtuous Father 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet 11 1/13/2003
43. To Sir Henry Vane The Younger 1/3/2003
44. Psalm 84 1/13/2003
45. Psalm 01 1/13/2003
46. Sonnet Xviii: On The Late Massacre In Piemont 1/1/2004
47. An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester 1/13/2003
48. To The Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652 1/13/2003
49. Sonnet 02 1/13/2003
50. Paradise Lost: Book 03 1/13/2003
51. Psalm 85 1/13/2003
52. Sonnet 05 1/13/2003
53. Sonnet 20 1/13/2003
54. Sonnet X: Daughter To That Good Earl 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet 12 1/13/2003
56. Upon The Circumcision 1/3/2003
57. Sonnet 22 1/13/2003
58. To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness 1/13/2003
59. Paradise Lost: Book 11 1/13/2003
60. Paradise Lost: Book 10 1/13/2003
61. From 'Arcades' 1/4/2003
62. On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament 1/3/2003
63. At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began 1/13/2003
64. Sonnet 14 1/13/2003
65. Sonnet 10 1/13/2003
66. To Mr. Lawrence 1/3/2003
67. 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
68. Paradise Lost: Book X 1/3/2003
69. Sonnet 19 1/13/2003
70. To Cyriack Skinner 1/3/2003
71. Paradise Lost: Book 04 1/13/2003
72. Sonnet 18 1/13/2003
73. On The Same 1/3/2003
74. The Hymn 1/3/2003
75. On The Lord Gen. Fairfax At The Seige Of Colchester 1/13/2003
76. Sonnet To The Nightingale 1/3/2003
77. On The University Carrier 1/3/2003
78. To The Lady Margaret Ley 1/3/2003
79. To The Same 1/3/2003
80. Sonnet 17 1/13/2003

Comments about John Milton

  • Rahul (11/22/2017 9:29:00 AM)

    I read that today

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  • astha singh (11/12/2017 7:00:00 PM)

    Paradise lost and on his blindness is my favorite poem

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/15/2015 11:36:00 AM)

    Milton wrote some poems in Italian: 5 sonnets and a 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.

  • Nandkishor Dadhich (1/5/2012 4:55:00 AM)

    Milton it's my glee, I see thee through thy poems. Love thee it's my glee.

  • Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas (raheem) Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas (raheem) (10/15/2011 7:09:00 AM)

    Good writing and poetry.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:43:00 AM)

    unique is your writing style, god, angels, satan all are characters in your poems.I love your poems.

  • Rose Noir (9/4/2006 1:20:00 AM)

    '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.

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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Paradise Lost: Book 02

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence; and, from despair
Thus high uplifted beyond hope, aspires
Beyond thus high, insatiate to pursue
Vain war with Heaven; and, by success untaught,

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