John Milton Quotes

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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

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Adam, the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.

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And join with thee, calm Peace and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

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Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

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That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge.

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Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

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Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe the river of oblivion rolls.

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And the gilded car of day
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.

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How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

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So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

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While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before,
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.

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Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.

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Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way has ploughed.

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Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

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License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
For who loves that must first be wise and good.

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But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee
Came not all hell broke loose?

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His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand, He walk'd with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

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With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change; all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.

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Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

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To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night.

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Anon they move
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

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Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

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For contemplation he and valour formed,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace,
He for God only, she for God in him.

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…What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?

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With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

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How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

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The sun...
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

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