The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill. John Milton More Quotes by John Milton More Quotes From John Milton Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round John Milton ballet light hands Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. John Milton slumber despair memories A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,-extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. John Milton ice army time But what more oft in nations grown corrupt, John Milton apathy liberty ease Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making. John Milton learning writing peace The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. John Milton nymphs liberty sweet (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. John Milton mind life thinking Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. John Milton men life book And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. John Milton middle tree life Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury, Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till sad the breaking of that Parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty, Killed with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father flourished, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honoured Margaret. John Milton daughter life father Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. John Milton moon dark sweet Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. John Milton summer sweet book True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves. John Milton covetousness modesty rich Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail. John Milton farewell joy happiness The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. John Milton cells running lying To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade. John Milton maids ballet dancing 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. John Milton knitting hair art 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 architecture towers heaven And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain. John Milton cells stars heaven His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle. John Milton burning support steps
