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John Milton Quotes Page 6

Sabrina fair, / Listen where thou art sitting/ Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, / In twisted braids of lilies knitting / The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
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#Art

His form had yet not lost / All her original brightness, nor appeared / Less than archangel ruined, and th' excess / Of glory obscured.
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#Excess

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy / In sceptred pall come sweeping by, / Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, / Or the tale of Troy divine.
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#Tragedy

The olive-grove of Academe, / Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird / Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
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#Retirement

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
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#English Poet #Darkness

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
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#Blindness

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles
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#Jest

Farewell happy fields / Where joy for ever dwells: Hail horrors, hail!
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#Joy

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
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#Wealth #Hell

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.
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#English Poet

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, / Confusion worse confounded.
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#Confusion

Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
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#Hell

O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, / Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
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#Death

Hence loathèd Melancholy, / Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born.
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#Melancholy

Into a Limbo large and broad, since called / The paradise of fools, to few unknown.
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#Paradise

Praising the lean and sallow abstinence.
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#Abstinence

And ever, against eating cares, / Lap me in soft Lydian airs, / Married to immortal verse / Such as the meeting soul may pierce / In notes, with many a winding bout / Of linkèd sweetness long drawn out.
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#Soul

So when the sun in bed, / Curtained with cloudy red, / Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.
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#Bed

For what can war, but endless war still breed?
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#War

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge / Rose like an exhalation.
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#Earth

My sentence is for open war; of wiles, / More unexpert, I boast not.
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#War

To bottomless perdition, there to dwell / In adamantine chains and penal fire.
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#Fire

To be weak is miserable / Doing or suffering.
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#Suffering

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
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#Wives

Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy.
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#Melancholy

As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye
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#Man

Sleep on, Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek No happier state, and know to know no more
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#Sleep

Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud / Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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#Night