John Milton - Paradise Lost (1667)

247 Sourced Quotes

View all John Milton Quotes
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.

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

John Milton
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.

John Milton
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

John Milton
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

John Milton
Each Flour of slender stalk, whose head though gay Carnation, Purple, Azure, or specked with Gold hung drooping unsustained.

John Milton
Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.

John Milton
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

John Milton
The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

John Milton
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

John Milton
Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell,.... And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain?

John Milton
And to thy husband's will
Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.

John Milton
From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight.

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

John Milton
Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.

John Milton
In the Beginning, how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos.

John Milton
Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.

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

John Milton
Nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.

John Milton
And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

John Milton
And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.

John Milton
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

John Milton
Into the blissful field, through Groves of Myrrhe, And flouring Odours, Cassia, Nard, and Blame; A Wilderness of Sweets...

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

John Milton
He scarce had ceased when the superior fiend
Was moving toward the shore; his ponderous shield
Ethereal temper, massy, large and round,
Behind him cast; the broad circumference
Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb
Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views
At evening from the top of Fésolè,
Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands,
Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.

John Milton
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.

John Milton
Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.

John Milton
Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

John Milton
Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Call us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom, extracting liquid sweet.

John Milton
To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory.

John Milton