Author: John Milton

Cited by

• Philip Pullman (2)
  • IN: The Golden Compass (1995) Fiction, Fantastical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the almighty maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage...
    FROM: Paradise Lost, Book II, (1667), Poem, UK
  • IN: Northern Lights (1995) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire. But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the almighty maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage...
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Lewis DeSoto (1)
  • IN: A Blade of Grass (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The World wa all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Kensai (1)
  • IN: Maiden (2002) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: They looking back, all the Eastern side beheld Of paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, THrough Eden took their solitary way.
    FROM: Paradise Lost Book XII, (1667), Poem, UK
• A. E. Rought (1)
  • IN: Broken (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me Man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
    FROM: Paradise Lost (X. 743-5), (1667), Poem, UK
• Holly Schindler (1)
  • IN: Feral (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Jonathan Auxier (1)
  • IN: The Night Gardener (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Of Man's firs disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Anne Blankman (1)
  • IN: Traitor Angels (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Cassandra Clare (1)
  • IN: City of Glass (2009) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Andrea Cremer (2)
  • IN: The Inventor's Secret (2014) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay, / To moud me man? Did I solicit thee / From darkness to promote me?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Mackenzi Lee (1)
  • IN: This Monstrous Thing (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Did I request thee, Maker, from my day To mould me Man, did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• H.M. Castor (1)
  • IN: VIII (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, and a Hell of Heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Andrew Fukuda (1)
  • IN: The Trap (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Our torments also may, in length of time. Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe...
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Walter Scott (1)
  • IN: The Talisman (1825) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The two retired to the wilderness, but t'was with arms.
    FROM: Paradise Regained, (1671), Poem, UK
• Mary Shelley (2)
  • IN: The Last Man (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let no man seek henceforth to be foretold what shall befall Him or his children.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
  • IN: Frankenstein (1823) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould Me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Joseph Ritson (1)
  • IN: Fairy Tales (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Fairy Elves Whose midnight revel, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees; while over-head the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear: At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Dealing with the Fairies (1)
  • IN: MacDonald, George (1867) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Where more is meant than meets the ear.
    FROM: Il Penseroso, (1645), Poem, UK
• Blake Crouch (1)
  • IN: Wayward (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, and hell of heaven.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Chris F. Holm (1)
  • IN: Red Right Hand (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What if the breath that kindl’d those grim fires Awak’d should blow them into sevenfold rage And plunge us in the flames? or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Joseph Conrad (1)
  • IN: Victory: An Island Tale (1915) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wilderness.
    FROM: Comus, (1637), Book, UK
• Brian Freeman (1)
  • IN: The Night Bird (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory
    FROM: Comus, (1637), Speech, UK
• Thomas Piccirilli (1)
  • IN: A Lower Deep (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in thelowest depth a lower deep Stillthreat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Warren Fahy (2)
  • IN: Pandemonium (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pandemonium the Palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the Deep.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Chet Williamson (1)
  • IN: Reign (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Jack Kerouac (1)
  • IN: The Haunted Life (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return!
    FROM: Lycidas, (1638), Poem, UK
• Lindsey Lee Johnson (1)
  • IN: The Most Dangerous Place On Earth (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Jodi Picoult (1)
  • IN: Keeping Faith (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Caitlin Kittredge (1)
  • IN: Soul Trade (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: With impetuous recoil, and jarring sound, Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus. She open’d, but to shut Excell’d her pow’r; the gates wide open stood.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Tiffany McDaniel (1)
  • IN: The Summer That Melted Everything (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World
    FROM: Paradise Lost 1:1-3, (1667), Poem, UK
• Brian Keene (1)
  • IN: Terminal (2004) Horror, Fiction, Suspense, Speculative fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Farewell happy fields Where joy forever dwells Hail horrors, hail . . .
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Francesca Melandri (1)
  • IN: Eva Sleeps (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let Eve (for I have drench'd her eyes) Here sleep below, while thou to foresight wak'st.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Matthew Reynolds (1)
  • IN: The World was All Before Them (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow, Through Eden took thir solitarie way.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Arthur Clarke (1)
  • IN: The Fountains of Paradise (1979) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From India and the golden Chersoness And utmost Indian Isle Taprobane…
    FROM: Paradise Regained, Book IV, (1667), Poem, UK
• Andrew Pyper (1)
  • IN: The Demonologist (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unsee, both when we wake, and when we sleep
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Helme (1)
  • IN: Clara and Emmeline (1788) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "Let us consider that youth is of no long duration ; and that " in maturcr age, when the enchantments of fancy shall cease, " and phantoms of delight no more dance about us, we shall " have no comfort but ths esteem of wise men, and the mean* " of doing good"
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Edgar Allan Poe (1)
  • IN: A Predicament (1838) Parody, American
    EPIGRAPH: What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus?
    FROM: Comus, (1637), NULL, UK
• Vita Sackville-West (1)
  • IN: All Passion Spent (1931) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: His sermons be with new acquist Of true experience from this great event With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
    FROM: Samson Agonistes, (1671), Book, UK
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Blood Brothers (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.
    FROM: Paradise Regained, (1671), Poem, UK
• Neel Mukherjee (1)
  • IN: A Life Apart (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Anod now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropped into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
    FROM: Lycidas, (1638), Poem, UK
• Charlotte Dacre (1)
  • IN: Zofloya: Or, The Moor: a Romance of the Fifteenth Century (1806) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let me not let pass Occasion which now smiles, beho'd alone The woman, opportune to all attempts.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Arthur Hailey (2)
  • IN: OVERLOAD (1978) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon . . .
    FROM: Samson Agonistes, (1671), Poem, UK
  • IN: Overload (1978) Fiction, Suspense, Adventure fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon . . .
    FROM: Samson Agonistes, (1671), Poem, UK
• Nadeem Aslam (1)
  • IN: The Blind Man's Garden (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ...how he fell Frrom Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the chrystal Battlements: from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summer's day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th' Ægean Ile.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: Hope Leslie (1851) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthrall'd : Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.
    FROM: Comus, (1637), Book, UK
• Philip Kerr (1)
  • IN: Gridiron (1995) Novel, Fiction, Science Fiction, Mystery, Speculative fiction, Techno-thriller, British
    EPIGRAPH: Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Paul Doiron (1)
  • IN: Knife Creek (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• James R. Benn (1)
  • IN: Death's Door (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Satan arrives at Pandemonium, in full assembly relates with boasting his success against Man; instead of applause is entertained with a general hiss by all his audience, transform'd with himself also suddenly into Serpents, according to his doom giv'n in Paradise; then deluded with a shew of the forbidden Tree springing up before them, they greedily reaching to take of the Fruit, chew dust and bitter ashes.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Lucy Atkins (1)
  • IN: The Night Visitor (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But what will not ambition and revenge Descend to?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Herman Melville (2)
  • IN: Moby-Dick (1851) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There Leviathan, Hugest of living creatures, in the deep Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land; and at his gills Draws in, and at his breath spouts out a sea.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Benjamin Percy (1)
  • IN: The Dark Net (2017) Fiction, Mystery Ficon, American
    EPIGRAPH: What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, And plunge us in the flames; or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us?
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), NULL, UK
• Roger Zelazny (1)
  • IN: Creatures of Light and Darkness (1969) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Comus enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, his Glass in the other; with him a rout of Monsters, headed like sundry sorts of wild Beasts. They come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with Torches in their hands.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Christopher Tilghman (1)
  • IN: The Right-Hand Shore (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: sometimes He scours the right-hand coast, sometimes the left, Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars Up to the fiery concave towering high.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, Book II, (1667), Book, UK
• Richard Kadrey (1)
  • IN: Kill the Dead (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things Abominable, unutterable, and worse . . .
    FROM: Paradise Lost, Book 2, (1667), Poem, UK
• Mark Slouka (1)
  • IN: Brewster (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Awake, arise or be for ever fall'n.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Percy Bysshe Shelley (1)
  • IN: Zastrozzi (1810) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: --That their God May prove their foe, and with repenting hand Abolish his own works--This would surpass Common revenge.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Ford Madox Hueffer (1)
  • IN: Ladies Whose Bright Eyes (1911) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Towered cities please us then And the busy haunts of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies whose bright eyes Rain influence and judge the prize.
    FROM: L'Allegro, (1645), Poem, UK