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Quotes - Milton


Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

John Milton

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

John Milton

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

John Milton

There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

John Milton

So when the sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.

John Milton

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

John Milton

While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack or the barn door Stoutly struts his dames before.

John Milton

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

John Milton

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!

John Milton

O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.

John Milton

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.

John Milton

But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation.

John Milton

In discourse more sweet, (For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,) Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

John Milton

With thee conversing I forget all time: All seasons and their change, all please alike.

John Milton

Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

John Milton

Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

John Milton

Come, knit hands, and beat the ground In a light fantastic round.

John Milton

Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

John Milton

Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

John Milton

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.

John Milton

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

John Milton

He seemed For dignity compos'd and high exploit: But all was false and hollow.

John Milton

Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.

John Milton

Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

John Milton

Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.

John Milton

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