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id: 31706
title: Milton: Minor Poems
author: Milton, John
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  The purpose held in view by those who place the study of Milton in high A learned writer, like Milton, who has read all antiquity, and come down to the times in which the poet lived, will understand his not imagine John Milton going into a great public school, like St. Paul''s, to serve as under-teacher to one of the tyrannical head-masters The last years of his life Milton appears to have spent in comparative life, Milton published also in these years several prose works, which Milton in Connexion with the History of his Time is far too bulky for use In the English Men of Letters series, the Milton is the work of Mark _Lady._ Shepherd, I take thy word, Milton applies it in line 62 below, and in Comus 546. Milton uses pole, as the poets were wont to do, to mean the sky;


id: 397
title: L''Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas
author: Milton, John
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  But come, thou Goddess fair and free, And in thy right hand lead with thee Come; but keep thy wonted state, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: I woo, to hear thy even-song; Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Night hath better sweets to prove; Us thy vowed priests, till utmost end In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars COMUS: What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus? With thy long levelled rule of streaming light, The ATTENDANT SPIRIT, habited like a shepherd. "How sweet thou sing''st, how near the deadly snare!" Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good. That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies. Till all thy magic structures, reared so high, Listen where thou art sitting Come, Lady; while Heaven lends us grace, Come, let us haste; the stars grow high, Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd''s ear.


id: 26
title: Paradise Lost
author: Milton, John
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  As far removed from God and light of Heaven For which both Heaven and earth shall high extol Father, thy word is past, Man shall find grace; O thou in Heaven and Earth the only peace New Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell, As Man ere long, and this new world, shall know. God is thy law, thou mine: To know no more The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven, Thee what thou art, and formed the Powers of Heaven Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve To thee who hast thy dwelling here on Earth. And thy fair Eve; Heaven is for thee too high Mine, both in Heaven and Earth, to do thy will Adam, thou knowest Heaven his, and all the Earth; Before thee shall appear; that thou mayest know Or works of God in Heaven, air, earth, or sea,


id: 1745
title: The Poetical Works of John Milton
author: Milton, John
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  Thou art not fit to hear thy self convinc''t; That till the worlds last-end shall make thy name to live. Till thou hast deck''t them in thy best aray; And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. O''re the works of thy hand thou mad''st him Lord, Save thou thy servant O my God holy things ''Gainst them that rais''d thee dost thou lift thy horn, And reck''n''st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav''n, Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace; God is thy Law, thou mine: to know no more Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve And thy faire Eve; Heav''n is for thee too high Thou in thy self art perfet, and in thee To thee not known, whence hast thou then thy truth, Fly envious Time till thou run out thy race Fly envious Time till thou run out thy race


id: 58
title: Paradise Regained
author: Milton, John
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  This man of men, attested Son of God, For know, thou art no son of mortal man; All Heaven and Earth, Angels and sons of men. Thou shouldst be great, and sit on David''s throne, 240 But, if thou be the Son of God, command But thou art serviceable to Heaven''s King! Wilt thou impute to obedience what thy fear To thee not known, whence hast thou then thy truth, What doubt''st thou, Son of God? Know''st thou not that my rising is thy fall, But I will bring thee where thou soon shalt quit And dar''st thou to the Son of God propound Though Sons of God both Angels are and Men-"Fair morning yet betides thee, Son of God, Of men at thee, for only thou here dwell''st. All men are Sons of God; yet thee I thought 520 Therefore, to know what more thou art than man,


id: 608
title: Areopagitica A Speech for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing to the Parliament of England
author: Milton, John
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  of his glory, when honourable things are spoken of good men and worthy gentle greatness, Lords and Commons, as what your published Order hath regulate printing:--that no book, pamphlet, or paper shall be henceforth a man as kill a good book. God''s image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills is to be thought in general of reading books, whatever sort they be, and is to be thought in general of reading books, whatever sort they be, and of books and dispreaders both of vice and error, how shall the licensers not willingly admit him to good books; as being certain that a wise man wisely as in this world of evil, in the midst whereof God hath placed that writings are, yet grant the thing to be prohibited were only books, perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the


id: 6929
title: Poemata : Latin, Greek and Italian Poems by John Milton
author: Milton, John
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  And by true virtue prove thy virtue''s praise a truth. Why stain thy hands with blood of Human kind? The aid denied thee in thy native land. For thee the Aegis of thy God shall hide, Thou linger''st slumb''ring with thy wither''d mate,4 50 Soft whisp''ring airs shall lull thee to repose. What wonder then, thy verses are so sweet, And all the Muse shall rush into thy breast, Thy Muse, vain youth! Thou too, thy antient vegetative pow''r Was Phoebus'' choice; thou hast thy gift, and I These verses also to thy praise the Nine2 Thy praise shall dwell on ev''ry shepherd''s tongue; 40 Shall be thy future home, there dangle Thou Thou change thy Latin for a British song. Thou yet appear''st not in thy place Thy praise in verse to British ears unknown, Love-songs in language that thou little know''st? Who tend the flowers one day shall crown thy race.


