John Milton - Night Quotes

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O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace: and God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy: As if (which might induce us to accord) Man had not hellish foes enough besides, That day and night for his destruction wait.

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As when the potent Rod Of Amrams Son in Egypt's evil day Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind, That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night, and darkened all the Land of Nile

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But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

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Where eldest Night And chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars.

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Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

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Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

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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.

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The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

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Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

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A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

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Day and night,
Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost
Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.

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

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And when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

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Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart.

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How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd!

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Under the opening eyelids of the morn,
We drove afield; and both together heard
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,
Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.

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And God made two great lights, great for their use
To man, the greater to have rule by day, The less by night...

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Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

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But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

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I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...

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Was I deceiv'd or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

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Sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild, then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

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I neither oblige the belief of other person, nor overhastily subscribe mine own. Nor have I stood with others computing or collating years and chronologies, lest I should be vainly curious about the time and circumstance of things, whereof the substance is so much in doubt. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

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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.

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A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem

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The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

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Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

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Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

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For who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion?

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