#jonh milton

[existential-celestial]

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, Wherewith he wont at Heaven’s high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid aside, and, here with us to be,    Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.

John Milton,  from “On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity”

[art-of-eons]

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.

John Milton, Paradise Lost

[mary-gam]

Jonh Milton - "Paradise Lost"

With thee conversing I forget all time,

All seasons and their change, all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful evening mild, then silent night

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heav’n, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,

Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,

Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.

© Jonh Milton - "Paradise Lost"

[krlopolous]

"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven" -John Milton.

[nocturnidae]

Para averiguar la verdad de esta profecía y lo que en su consecuencia debiera hacerse, junta en consejo a los principales. El Pandemonio palacio de Satanás construido de pronto, surge del abismo, y en él tienen su consejo los próceres infernales

John Milton , El Paraiso Perdido (1667)