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How Soon Hath Time by John Milton

By John Milton

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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 spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;

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"How Soon Hath Time" by John Milton is a deep and spiritual english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by John Milton demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!...", this piece explores themes of deep and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Milton's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About 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 Regained," "Samson Agonistes," and the pastoral elegy "Lycidas," and is considered the greatest English epic poet.

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