John Milton Singing Quotations

A poet soaring in the high region of his fancies with his garland and singing robes about him.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?