John Milton Light Quotations

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

When I consider how my light is spent / Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, / And that one talent which is death to hide, / Lodged with me useless.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

The sacred influence of light appears.

Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change Worth waiting--since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more woe.

His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

When the new light which we beg for shines in upon us, there be [those] who envy and oppose, if it come not first in at their casements.

And I will place within them as a guide My umpire conscience, whom if they will hear Light after light well used they shall attain, And to the end persisting, safe arrive.

Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.