John Milton — "To be blind is not miserable; but to be incapable of enduring blindness, that is…"
To be blind is not miserable; but to be incapable of enduring blindness, that is miserable.
To be blind is not miserable; but to be incapable of enduring blindness, that is miserable.
Click any product to generate a realistic preview. Up to 3 at a time.
* Initial load can take up to 90 seconds — revising the preview in another color is nearly instant.
"I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, …"
"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn."
"He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honorablest things."
"Who can say that he who is not free is a man?"
"Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death."
English poet whose Paradise Lost (1667) is the canonical English epic, written while blind during the Restoration after his service to Cromwell's Commonwealth. Closely associated with Andrew Marvell (Commonwealth poet and friend who protected Milton at the Restoration). For an intellectual contrast, see King Charles II's Restoration court, the courtly, sexually-libertine, theater-reopened world of 1660s London — Milton wrote Paradise Lost as a defeated Republican; the Restoration culture around him celebrated everything his Commonwealth had banned. The cleanest 'losing side writes the masterpiece' moment in English literature — Paradise Lost's Satan is freighted with the political defeat of the regicides Milton served.
Your cart is empty