Quote

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

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
Done
Dying
Work
Tree
Gone
Lying
Woodman
Free
Reaper
Death
Impermanence
Past
Sunset
Come
Lies

More quotes by John Milton

Image
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.
John Milton
Image
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
John Milton
Image
Here we may reign secure and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
John Milton
Image
His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.
John Milton
Image
Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate
John Milton
Image
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in 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
Image
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
John Milton
Image
Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell myself am hell And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
John Milton
Image
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
John Milton
Image
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
John Milton
Image
The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
John Milton
Image
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
John Milton
Image
Reason is also choice.
John Milton
Image
And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
John Milton
Image
Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
John Milton
Image
Our reason is our law.
John Milton
Image
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
John Milton
Image
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
John Milton
Image
For Solomon, he lived at ease, and full Of honour, wealth, high fare, aimed not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state.
John Milton
Image
Witness this new-made world, another Heav'n From Heaven Gate not farr, founded in view On the clear Hyaline, the Glassie Sea Of amplitude almost immense, with Starr's Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a world Of destined habitation.
John Milton