John Milton

(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)

John Milton Poems

1. On His Blindness 1/3/2003
2. How Soon Hath Time 1/3/2003
3. Light 1/4/2003
4. Paradise Lost: Book 01 1/13/2003
5. Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity 1/4/2003
6. At A Solemn Music 1/3/2003
7. L'Allegro 12/31/2002
8. On Shakespear 1/3/2003
9. Il Penseroso 12/31/2002
10. On Time 1/3/2003
11. Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint 1/3/2003
12. On His Deceased Wife 1/4/2003
13. Lycidas 12/31/2002
14. Another On The Same 1/13/2003
15. An Epitaph On The Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare 1/3/2003
16. On The Morning Of Christ’s Nativity 1/3/2003
17. Arcades 1/13/2003
18. Comus (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
19. From 'samson Agonistes' I 1/4/2003
20. Paradise Lost: Book 02 1/13/2003
21. Sonnet Xix: When I Consider How My Light Is Spent 1/1/2004
22. Paradise Regained 12/31/2002
23. Paradise Lost: Book 04 1/13/2003
24. Paradise Lost: Book 03 1/13/2003
25. The Passion 1/3/2003
26. Song On May Morning 1/3/2003
27. Samson Agonistes 1/3/2003
28. Paradise Lost: Book 10 1/13/2003
29. Paradise Lost: Book X 1/3/2003
30. On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough 1/13/2003
31. Paradise Lost: Book 09 1/13/2003
32. At A Vatican Exercise (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
33. Paradise Lost: Book 08 1/13/2003
34. At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began 1/13/2003
35. Paradise Lost: Book 07 1/13/2003
36. An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester 1/13/2003
37. Paradise Lost: Book 11 1/13/2003
38. Paradise Lost: Book 12 1/13/2003
39. Paradise Lost: Book 05 1/13/2003
40. Sonnet 15 1/13/2003
Best Poem of John Milton

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without ...

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To The Lady Margaret Ley

Daughter to that good Earl, one 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 the sad breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
Though later born than to have known the days

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