John Milton

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

John Milton Quotes

  • ''To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.''
    John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. Second Defence (1654). Milton's sight was impaired from 1644, his blindness becoming complete in the winter of 1651-1652.
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  • ''Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.''
    John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce, "To the Parliament of England," (1643).
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  • ''Truth ... never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.''
    John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce, introduction (1643).
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  • ''Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.''
    John Milton (1608-1674), British poet. The Reason of Church Government, Introduction to bk. 2 (1642).
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Best Poem of John Milton

At A Solemn Music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd fantasy present
That undisturbed Song of pure concent,
Ay sung before that saphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon
With Saintly shout and solemn Jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubic host in thousand choirs
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, ...

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At A Solemn Music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd fantasy present
That undisturbed Song of pure concent,
Ay sung before that saphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon
With Saintly shout and solemn Jubilee,