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

Sonnet Vii: How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have ...

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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,

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