John Milton

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

John Milton Poems

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  • Ashish upadhyay (12/7/2017 4:12:00 AM)

    Nice poem s

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  • person (11/30/2017 11:11:00 AM)

    i cant find poems: T

  • Shubodeep (11/29/2017 9:14:00 AM)

    Nice poem

  • Rahul (11/22/2017 9:29:00 AM)

    I read that today

  • 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:

    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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