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John Milton Quotes - Page 22

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Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

Letting Go, Tragedy, Divinity

John Milton (1824). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Principally from the Edition of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster, and Thomas Warton, to which is Prefixed, Newton's Life of Milton”, p.425

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

Gratitude, Grateful, Mind

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 4, l. 55

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

Self, Issues, May

So glistered the dire Snake , and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.

Mother, Snakes, Roots

John Milton, Alastair Fowler (2007). “Paradise Lost”, p.507, Pearson Education

O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

Flower, Fading

'On the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough' (1673) st. 1

For to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

Ease, Littles, Frail

1637 Lycidas, l.152-3.

For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

Air, Blood, Hopeful

John Milton (1842). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors; and with Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton, Derived Principally from Original Documents in Her Majesty's State-paper Office”, p.494

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.

Sleep, Eye, Water

'Il Penseroso' (1645) l. 141

O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidden made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.

Strong, Wine, Thinking

John Milton (1873). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Life of the Author, Preliminary Dissertations on Each Poem, Notes Critical and Explanatory, an Index to the Subjects of Paradise Lost, and a Verbal Index to All the Poems”, p.380

Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance.

Children, Mean, Law

John Milton (1844). “I. Prose Works: Poetical works. II.”

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

Country, Boredom, Dull

John Milton, Merritt Yerkes Hughes (1957). “Complete Poems and Major Prose”, p.104, Hackett Publishing

Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of Eternity.

Keys, Hands, Golden

'Comus' (1637) l. 12

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

Gay, People, Sunbeams

'Il Penseroso' (1645) l. 7

O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.

Evil, Ignorant, Vision

John Milton, Henry John Todd (1852). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors; and with Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton, Derived Principally from Original Documents in Her Majesty's State-paper Office”, p.508

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

Beauty, Grace, Peculiar

John Milton (1853). “The Poetical Works of John Milton..Illustrated with Engravings from Drawings by J.M.W. Turner”, p.116

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

Freedom

John Milton, “Paradise Lost: Book 03”

The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

Husband, Wife, Danger

John Milton, Elijah Fenton, Samuel Johnson (1821). “Paradise lost”, p.258

I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.

Quarrels, Providence, Ends

John Milton (1872). “Milton's Samson Agonistes and Lycidas: With Numerous Illustrative Notes, Etc., Adapted for Use in Training Colleges and Schools”, p.10

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Strong, Love Is, And Love

John Milton, Matthew Stallard (2011). “Paradise Lost: The Biblically Annotated Edition”, p.306, Mercer University Press

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

Men, Darkness, Clay

John Milton (1838). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author”, p.357

Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please and sate the curious taste?

Nature, Hands, Sea

John Milton (2003). “The Major Works”, p.63, Oxford University Press, USA

Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.

Truth, Science, Water

John Milton (1859). “The prose works of John Milton”, p.183

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

Light, Order, Voice

John Milton, Elijah Fenton, Samuel Johnson (1821). “Paradise lost”, p.94

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

Running, Lying, Cells

John Milton (1824). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Principally from the Edition of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster, and Thomas Warton, to which is Prefixed, Newton's Life of Milton”, p.368

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.

Grief, Loss, Dark

John Milton (1853). “The poetical works of John Milton, with life. Complete ed”, p.359

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