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John Milton Quotes - Page 9

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Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.

Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.

Men, Wings, Design

1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.2, l.629-32.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

Mother, Lap, May

1665 Michael to Adam. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.11, l.535-40.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

Virtue, Chimes, Stoops

1634 Comus, A Mask, l.1017-22.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Heaven, Delight, Lasts

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 5, l. 18

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Revenge, Couches, Malice

John Milton (1852). “The Poetical Works of John Milton”, p.116

If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.

Men, Weakness, Wickedness

John Milton, Edward Young, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, William Collins (1836). “The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins”, p.125

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

Evil, Bait, News

'Samson Agonistes' (1671) l. 1538

And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.

Fate, Men, Shears

John Milton (1862). “The Poetical Works of John Milton”, p.602

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Life, Waking, Sober

'Comus' (1637) l. 263

Our reason is our law.

Law, Reason

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 9, l. 652

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.

War, Fire, Hair

John Milton, James BUCHANAN (Grammarian.) (1773). “The First Six Books of Milton's Paradise Lost, Rendered Into Grammatical Construction ... With Notes ... To which are Prefixed Remarks on Ellipsis and Transposition ... By J. Buchanan”, p.145

Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned then war, new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.

War, Soul, Victory

1652 'To the Lord General Cromwell'.

Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

Experience, Prophetic, Strain

'Il Penseroso' (1645) l. 173

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

Sweet, Art, Sight

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 9, l. 896

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Should, Horrible, Famine

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.509

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Astrology, Rubrics

John Milton (2014). “Paradise Regained In Plain and Simple English: A Modern Translation and the Original Version”, p.80, BookCaps Study Guides

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Peers, Satan, Pandemonium

Paradise Lost bk. 1, l. 756 (1667)

He alone is worthy of the appellation who either does great things, or teaches how they may be done, or describes them with a suitable majesty when they have been done; but those only are great things which tend to render life more happy, which increase the innocent enjoyments and comforts of existence, or which pave the way to a state of future bliss more permanent and more pure.

Greatness, Doe, Done

John Milton (1851). “The Prose Works of John Milton: With a Biographical Introduction”, p.495

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

Angel, Voice, Ears

John Milton (1750). “Paradise lost: a poem in twelve books”, p.67

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

Happiness, Farewell, Joy

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 1, l. 249

Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's harbinger.

Shadow, World, Woe

John Milton (1750). “Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton”, p.125

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

Life, Queens, Twilight

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 4, l. 598

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.

Flames, Light, Sight

'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 1, l. 61

Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.

Hope, Fire, Despair

John Milton (1773). “The First Six Books of Milton's Paradise Lost: Rendered Into Grammatical Construction ... with Notes Grammatical, Geographical, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory. To which are Prefixed Remarks on Ellipsis and Transposition ...”, p.101

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

Lying, Flower, Glowing

'Lycidas' (1638) l. 142

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