John Milton is considered to be one of the greatest English poets of all time. He also served as a civil servant under Oliver Cromwell. His greatest work is Paradise Lost, an epic poem about Satan’s fall from Heaven and attempted rebellion against God.
In ‘Lycidas,’ Milton employs the pastoral elegy to memorialize the death of his friend, Edward King. As he transforms King’s life into an allegory, Milton interrogates Christian ideology and the form of epic poetry.
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude
‘On Shakespeare.1630’ by John Milton describes inappropriate monuments to the life of William Shakespeare and what the only true sepulchre consists of.ย
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilรจd stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Milton’s ‘On His Blindness’ reflects on loss and faith, concluding that solace is in serving God by patiently bearing life’s burdens.
When I consider how my light is spent,
ย ย Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
ย ย And that one Talent which is death to hide
ย ย Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
‘Sonnet 23: Methought I saw my late espoused saint’ shares a beatific but ultimately bittersweet vision of a widower’s late wife.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
ย ย ย ย Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
ย ย ย ย Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
ย ย ย ย Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and faint.
Milton’s early masterpiece, โOn the Morning of Christ’s Nativity,โ celebrates Jesus’s birth and the poet’s own passage into adulthood.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heavenโs eternal King,
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
‘Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity’ by John Milton masterfully unveils divine serenity amid earthly chaos, fusing theology with poetic brilliance.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
โOn Timeโ by John Milton describes the one element of human existence which must be extinguished for a truly utopian world to exist.
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
John Miltonโs infamous literary classic, ‘How Soon Hath Time’ explores various aspects, reflecting on his mood, conflicts with beliefs, and personal shortcomings, and most of all, the expediency of time.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
ย ย ย ย Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
ย ย ย ย My hasting days fly on with full career,
ย ย ย ย But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.