John Milton

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

John Milton Poems

81. Paradise Lost: Book 07 1/13/2003
82. At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began 1/13/2003
83. Paradise Lost: Book 08 1/13/2003
84. At A Vatican Exercise (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
85. Paradise Lost: Book 09 1/13/2003
86. Paradise Lost: Book X 1/3/2003
87. Paradise Lost: Book 10 1/13/2003
88. Paradise Lost: Book 03 1/13/2003
89. Paradise Lost: Book 04 1/13/2003
90. Song On May Morning 1/3/2003
91. On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough 1/13/2003
92. Samson Agonistes 1/3/2003
93. Paradise Regained 12/31/2002
94. Sonnet Xix: When I Consider How My Light Is Spent 1/1/2004
95. Paradise Lost: Book 02 1/13/2003
96. From 'samson Agonistes' I 1/4/2003
97. Comus (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
98. On Time 1/3/2003
99. On The Same 1/3/2003
100. On The Morning Of Christ’s Nativity 1/3/2003
101. Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint 1/3/2003
102. Another On The Same 1/13/2003
103. An Epitaph On The Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare 1/3/2003
104. Il Penseroso 12/31/2002
105. L'Allegro 12/31/2002
106. At A Solemn Music 1/3/2003
107. On His Deceased Wife 1/4/2003
108. Light 1/4/2003
109. Arcades 1/13/2003
110. Lycidas 12/31/2002
111. Paradise Lost: Book 01 1/13/2003
112. Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity 1/4/2003
113. On Shakespear 1/3/2003
114. Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth 1/3/2003
115. On His Blindness 1/3/2003
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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