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When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton

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Hello and welcome back to The Young Reader’s Review! Recently, I have been rather overwhelmed with work but I have also been avidly reading and analyzing some of the English language’s most influential, finest and well known poems. While reading, one of these works particularly touched me: When I consider how my light is spent (Sonnet XVII, also frequently called On his Blindness, title given by clergyman and writer Bishop Newton) by the poet that has haunted generations of poets following him because of his intensity, drive and genius: John Milton. 


When I consider how my light is spent Ere (=before) half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide (= to scold); "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly (means “foolishly” here) ask. But Patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth (=does)…