John Milton

Poems (38)

Adam and Eve

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV. / TWO of far nobler shape, erect and tall, …
Adam Describing Eve

From “Paradise Lost,” Book VIII. / MINE eyes he closed, but open left the cell …
Adam to Eve

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IX. / O FAIREST of creation, last and best …
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet, W. Shakespeare

What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones, / The labor of an age in pilèd stones? …
At a Solemn Musick

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, / Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers, …
Battle of the Angels

From “Paradise Lost,” Book VI. / THE ARRAY …
Eve to Adam

From “Paradise Lost,” Book XII. / WITH sorrow and heart’s distress …
Evening in Paradise

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV. / NOW came still evening on, and twilight gray …
Eve’s Lament

From “Paradise Lost,” Book XI. / O UNEXPECTED stroke, worse than of death! …
From 'Arcades'

O're the smooth enameld green / Where no print of step hath been, …
From 'Comus'

The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, / Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, …
From 'Samson Agonistes'

Oh how comely it is and how reviving / To the Spirits of just men long opprest! …
Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity

It was the Winter wilde, / While the Heav'n-born-childe, …
Il Penseroso

Hence vain deluding joyes, / The brood of folly without father bred, …
Intercession and Redemption

From “Paradise Lost,” Book XI. / THUS they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood …
Invocation to Light

From “Paradise Lost,” Book III. / HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born! …
L'Allegro

Hence loathèd Melancholy / Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, …
Le Paradis perdu
Light

Hail holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, / Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam …
Lycidas

Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more / Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear, …
On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent / E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, …
On His Deceased Wife

Methought I saw my late espousèd Saint / Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, …
On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity

This is the month, and this the happy morn, / Wherein the Son of heaven’s eternal king, …
On Time

Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, / Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, …
Samson on His Blindness

From “Samson Agonistes” / O LOSS of sight, of thee I must complain! …
Song on May Morning

Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger, / Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her …
Sonnet: To Cyriack Skinner

Cyriack, this three years’ day, these eyes, though clear, / To outward view, of blemish or of spot, …
The Departure from Paradise

From “Paradise Lost,” Book XII. / IN either hand the hastening angel caught …
The Faithful Angel

From “Paradise Lost,” Book V. / THE SERAPH Abdiel, faithful found …
The Fall

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IX. / HE ended, and his words replete with guile …
The Lady lost in the Wood

From “Comus” / THE LADY.—This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, …
The Nymph of the Severn

From “Comus” / SPIRIT.—There is a gentle nymph not far from hence …
The Poet’s Theme

From “Paradise Lost,” Book I. / OF man’s first disobedience and the fruit …
The Temptation

From “Paradise Lost,” Book IX. / THE SUN was sunk, and after him the star …
To Cyriack Skinner

Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench / Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause …
To Mr. Lawrence

Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, / Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, …
To the Lord-General Cromwell

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, / Not of war only, but detractions rude, …
To the Nightingale

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray / Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, …