Quote

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

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
Ears
Hear
Awhile
Voice
Charming
Left
Adam
Thought
Stood
Stills
Ended
Still
Speaking
Angel

More quotes by John Milton

Image
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
John Milton
Image
Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
John Milton
Image
Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy.
John Milton
Image
Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.
John Milton
Image
Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
John Milton
Image
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
John Milton
Image
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
John Milton
Image
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
John Milton
Image
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles for smiles from reason flow.
John Milton
Image
The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
John Milton
Image
Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shall possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
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
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
John Milton
Image
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
John Milton
Image
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
John Milton
Image
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.
John Milton
Image
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope but still bear up and steer Right onward.
John Milton
Image
Where shame is, there is also fear.
John Milton
Image
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
John Milton
Image
So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
John Milton