Quote

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse

John Milton

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Taste
Mortals
Woe
Tree
Heavenly
Restore
Greater
Till
Disobedience
Death
Fruit
Muse
Firsts
Sing
Forbidden
First
Brought
Seat
Blissful
Men
Whose
Mortal
Regain
World
Loss
Seats
Eden

More quotes by John Milton

Image
It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.
John Milton
Image
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
John Milton
Image
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
John Milton
Image
Satan so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
John Milton
Image
God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
John Milton
Image
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
John Milton
Image
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
Image
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
John Milton
Image
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
John Milton
Image
First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
John Milton
Image
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.
John Milton
Image
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
John Milton
Image
Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.
John Milton
Image
Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
John Milton
Image
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
John Milton
Image
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportion'd strength.
John Milton
Image
Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
John Milton
Image
None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.
John Milton
Image
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
John Milton
Image
And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.
John Milton