To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
John MiltonWild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
John MiltonMots clés art
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?
Mots clés antinatalism
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit"―
John MiltonSo heavenly love shall outdo hellish hate,
Giving to death, and dying to redeem,
So dearly to redeem what hellish hate
So easily destroy'd, and still destroys,
In those who, when they may, accept not grace.
Mots clés paradise-lost
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half: with that thy gentle hand
Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelld by manly grace.
Mots clés love poetry beauty soul soulmate
Ah, much deluded! lay aside
Thy threats, and anger misapplied!
Art not afraid with sounds like these
To offend, where thou canst not appease?
Death is not (wherefore dream'st thou thus?)
The son of night and Erebus:
Not was of fell Erynnis born
On gulfs where Chaos rules forlorn.
But sent from God, his presence leaves,
To gather home his ripen'd sheaves,
To call encumber'd souls away
From fleshly bonds to boundless day,
(As when the winged hours excited,
And summon forth the morning light)
And each to convoy to her place
Before the Eternal Father's face.
Mots clés to-be-read-at-my-funeral
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
¿Qué importa el sitio donde yo resida, si soy siempre el mismo y el que debo ser [...] vale más reinar en el infierno que servir en el cielo.
John MiltonMots clés religión música política poder
High on a throne of royal state, which far
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