John Milton Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• Thus with the year
  Seasons return, but not to me returns
  Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn,
  Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
  Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

  John Milton

  Summer, Sweet, Flower

  'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 3, l. 37

• Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

  John Milton

  Morning, Stars, Flower

  John Milton, Henry John Todd (1852). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors; and with Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton, Derived Principally from Original Documents in Her Majesty's State-paper Office”, p.164

• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

  John Milton

  Death, Time, Stars

• O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

  John Milton

  Flower, Fading

  'On the Death of a Fair Infant Dying of a Cough' (1673) st. 1

• With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

  John Milton

  Flower, Embroidery, Pansies

  'Lycidas' (1638) l. 142

• Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

  John Milton

  Flower, Paradise On Earth, Rose

  'Paradise Lost' (1667) bk. 4, l. 256

• Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.

  John Milton

  Flower, Men, Rivers

  John Milton (2012). “Paradise Lost”, p.58, Courier Corporation

• Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.

  John Milton

  Lying, Flower, Glowing

  'Lycidas' (1638) l. 142

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