“See with what heat these Dogs of Hell advance To waste and havoc yonder World.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.” — John Milton Copy Share Image
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him. — John Milton Copy Share Image
He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“From morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer's day; and with the setting sun dropped from the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“To mee, who with eternal Famine pine, Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven, There best, where most with ravin I might… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Rhime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in pilèd stones, Or that his hallowed relics should… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted… — John Milton Copy Share Image
[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“John Milton (December 9, 1608 – November 8, 1674) was an English poet, prose polemicist, and civil servant for the English Commonwealth.… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
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