John Milton
John Milton (1608–1674) was an English poet best known for "Paradise Lost" (1667), an epic poem retelling the biblical story of the Fall of Man. He also wrote "Paradise…
"My lids with grief were tumid yet, And still my sullied cheek was wet With briny dews profusely shed For venerable Winton dead,2"
"Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above Prevenient Grace descending had removd The st"
"Hail native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak, And mad'st imperfect words with childish tri"
"Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes) Obtigit aethereis ales ab ordinibus. Quid mirum? Leonora tibi si gloria major, Nam tua praesentem vox sona"
"[From Of Reformation in England, 1641.] Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause Not thy Conversion, but those rich demains That"
"A Masque presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl of Bridgewater, then President of Wales. The Persons Th"
"Another Leonora1 once inspir'd Tasso, with fatal love to frenzy fir'd, But how much happier, liv'd he now, were he, Pierced with wh"
"Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie To seise the widdow'd whore Pluralitie Fr"
"When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load"
"How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on wtih full career,"
"Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight o"
"How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on wtih full career, But my late spr"
"All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred"
"Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call'd Tragedy. TRAGEDY, as it was antiently compos'd, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most pr"
"METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu'd fro"
"Among the holy Mountains high Is his foundation fast, There Seated in his Sanctuary, His Temple there is plac't. Sions fair Ga"
"Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fir"
"How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer ! My hasting dayes flie on with full career,"
"Who sent the Author a poetical epistle, in which he requested that his verses, if not so good as usual, might be excused on account of the many fe"
"Survey my Features, you will own it clear That little skill has been exerted here. My Friends, who know me not here smile to see Ho"
"Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act Of Satan done in Paradise, and how Hee in the Serpent had perverted Eve, Her Husband she"
"Thy Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack, Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back. Th' iniquity t"
"A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon; And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile; The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while,"
"Charles and I say it wond'ring thou must know That I who once assum'd a scornful air, And scoff'd at love, am fallen in his snare ("
"Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, That erst with Musick, and triumphant song First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,"
"Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno Through all his grassy vale delights to hear, Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbea"
"This rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair"
"Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, An"
"Hence vain deluding joyes, The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bested, Or fill the fixd mind with all your toye"
"Time, never wand'ring from his annual round, Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground; Bleak Winter flies, new verdure clothe"
"High on a Throne of Royal State, which far Outshon the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Sho"
"Lord God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long, before thee weep Before thee prostrate lie. In"
"Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of strength We cry and do not cease. For l"
"Hail holy light, ofspring of Heavn first-born, Or of th Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblamd? since God is light, A"
"Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear To outward view, of blemish or of spot; Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,"
"In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunatly drownd in his Passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion fore"
"Perplexd and troubld at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discoverd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,"
"All night the dreadless Angel unpursud Through Heavns wide Champain held his way, till Morn, Wakt by the circling Hours, with rosie h"
"I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth"
"What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid"
"Purgatorem animae derisit Jacobus ignem, Et sine quo superum non adeunda domus. Frenduit hoc trina monstrum Latiale corona Movit &"
"Praise in old time the sage Prometheus won, Who stole ethereal radiance from the sun; But greater he, whose bold invention strove T"
"Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot"
"Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera L'avezza giovinetta pastorella Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella Che mal si spande a d"
"Descend from Heavn Urania, by that name If rightly thou art calld, whose Voice divine Following, above th Olympian Hill I soare,"
"Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud Not of warr onely, but detractions rude, Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude To p"
"How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do'st dwell so near. My"
"Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes Must be my sun, such radiance they display And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him, whose way Thr"
"Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco, Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco Qual tuo spirto g"
"Of that sort of Dramatic Poem which is call'd Tragedy. Tragedy, as it was antiently compos'd, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, an"
"As on a hill-top rude, when closing day Imbrowns the scene, some past'ral maiden fair Waters a lovely foreign plant with care, That"
"Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, R"
"My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along Thy slow, slow step, in melancholy song! And lik'st that pace expressive of thy cares"
"I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted"
"When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, Rebelling"
"A Peasant to his lord yearly court, Presenting pippins of so rich a sort That he, displeased to have a part alone, Removed the tree"
"So spake the Son of God, and Satan stood A while as mute confounded what to say, What to reply, confuted and convinct Of his weak"
"Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song First taught our English Musick how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan"
"It was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed"
"Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan"