Sunday, December 22, 2024 Text is available under the CC BY-SA 3.0 licence.

John Milton

« All quotes from this author
 

I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandering moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heav'n's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head she bowed,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
--
Line 65.

 
John Milton

» John Milton - all quotes »



Tags: John Milton Quotes, Authors starting by M


Similar quotes

 

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud.

 
John Keats
 

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding —
Riding — riding —
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

 
Alfred Noyes
 

Hugo, like a priest, always has his head bowed -- bowed so low that he can see nothing except his own navel.

 
Victor Hugo
 

Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back of a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Cannot you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get round in front —

 
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
 

Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.

 
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
© 2009–2013Quotes Privacy Policy | Contact