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Gib mir die Freiheit zu wissen, zu denken, zu glauben und frei, nach meinem Gewissen, von allen anderen Freiheiten sprechen zu können.
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Literat, Gelehrter, Pädagoge, Dichter (England, 1608 - 1674).
John Milton · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
John Milton wäre heute 415 Jahre, 4 Monate, 16 Tage oder 151.713 Tage alt.
Geboren am 09.12.1608 in London
Gestorben am 08.11.1674 in London
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The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the archèd roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
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The other shape, If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart;what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
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The parching air Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire.
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The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
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The planets in their stations listening stood, While the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Open, ye everlasting gates, they sung, Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.
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The serpent subtlest beast of all the field.
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The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet.
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The stars with deep amaze Stand fixed in steadfast gaze; Bending one way their precious influence, And will not take their flight For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warned them thence; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
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The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
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The troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.
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The unwieldy elephant To make them mirth used all his might, and wreathed His lithe proboscis.
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The will And high permission of all-ruling heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs, That with reiterated crimes hemight Heap on himself damnation.
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The woods, and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown.
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Then feed on thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers, as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid, Tunes her nocturnalnote. 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; 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 expunged and razed, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
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Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
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Then when I am thy captive talk of chains, Proud limitary cherub.
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There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
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There is no learned man but will confess he hath much profited by reading controversies; his senses awakened, his judgement sharpened, and the truth which he holds more firmly established. In logic they teach that contraries laid together more evidently appear; and controversy being permitted, falsehood will appear more false, and truth more true.
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There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With masque, 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 learnèd sock beon, 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 linkèd sweetness long drawn out.
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There Leviathan Hugest of living creatures, on the deep Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land, and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out a sea.