John Milton Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• 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

• The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

  John Milton

  Summer, Retirement, Plato

  Paradise Regained bk. 4, l. 240 (1671)

• Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

  John Milton

  Summer, Sweet, Book

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

• From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

  John Milton

  Summer, Stars, Fall

  Paradise Lost bk. 1, l. 742 (1667)

• Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.

  John Milton

  Summer, Dream, Children

  'L'Allegro' (1645) l. 125

• And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
  With mask, and antique pageantry,
  Such sights as youthful poets dream
  On summer eves by haunted stream.

  John Milton

  Summer, Dream, Sight

  'L'Allegro' (1645) l. 125

• And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

  John Milton

  Summer, Dream, Children

  'L'Allegro' (1645) l. 125

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