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John Milton Quotes - Page 28

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And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.

Holiday, Sunshine, Play

'L'Allegro' (1645) l. 94

Reason also is choice.

Choices, Logic, Reason

John Milton, David Scott Kastan “Paradise Lost (Kastan Edition)”, Hackett Publishing

Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.

Echoes, Nymphs, Unseen

'Comus' (1637) l. 230

Forget thyself to marble.

Forget, Forgetfulness, Marble

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.412

New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ Large.

Priests

'On the New Forcers of Conscience under the Long Parliament' (1646)

Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea; Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a world Of destined habitation.

Views, Sea, Heaven

John Milton, “Paradise Lost: Book 07”

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

Memorial, Mutual Love, Crowns

John Milton (1869). “Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books”, p.122

Is it just or reasonable, that most voices against the main end of government should enslave the less number that would be free? more just it is, doubtless, if it come to force, that a less number compel a greater to retain, which can be no wrong to them, their liberty, than that a greater number, for the pleasure of their baseness, compel a less most injuriously to be their fellow-slaves. They who seek nothing but their own just liberty, have always right to win it and to keep it, whenever they have power, be the voices never so numerous that oppose it.

Winning, Voice, Numbers

The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

Fall, Sleep, Dew

John Milton (1824). “The poetical works of John Milton: with notes of various authors, principally from the editions of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster and Thomas Warton ; to which is prefixed Newton's life of Milton”, p.263

First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.

Kings, Sacrifice, Fire

John Milton, “Paradise Lost: Book 01”

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

Night, Sky, Singing

John Milton (2007). “Complete Shorter Poems”, p.139, Pearson Education

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

Hypocrite, Mysterious, Innocence

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 4, l. 738

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

Morning, Light, Hands

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.381

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

Hope, Writing, Frustration

'An Apology for Smectymnuus' (1642) introduction, p. 16

Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.

Eye, Tree, Fruit

John Milton (1871). “The poetical works of John Milton, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti”, p.127

There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.

Christian, Tears, Done

John Milton (1853). “The Prose Works of John Milton: With a Biographical Introduction”, p.208

Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.

Children, Book, Winning

John Milton, James Augustus St. John, Charles Richard Sumner (1872). “The Prose Works of John Milton ...: With a Preface, Preliminary Remarks, and Notes”, p.468

Then might ye see Cowls, hoods, and habits with their wearers tost And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls, The sport of winds; all these upwhirl'd aloft Fly to the rearward of the world far off Into a limbo large and broad, since called The paradise of fools.

Sports, Wind, Rags

John Milton, “Paradise Lost: Book 03”

Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shall possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Names, Soul, Add

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 12, l. 581

It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

Love, Sorry, Home

'Comus' (1637) l. 745

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?

Pain, Heaven, Suffering

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change Worth waiting--since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more woe.

Light, Waiting, Darkness

John Milton, Elijah Fenton (1795). “Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books”, p.47

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled.

Hurt, Unjust, May

'Comus' (1637) l. 586

Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet bloom of Nature's fairest forms.

Sweet, Selfish, Wind

John Milton, John D'Alton (1741). “Comus: a masque, now adapted to the stage by John Dalton ... The fifth edition”, p.35

All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

Grace, Despair, No Fear

John Milton, Henry John Todd (1826). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors”, p.169

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