John Milton

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

John Milton Poems

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

Comments about John Milton

  • 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.

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  • 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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