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How does Milton resolve his problem: (How can he a blind man use his talent of writing poems.) in the last six lines?


Sonnet XIX [On His Blindness]

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere 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
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied,"
I fondly ask, But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best; his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.

Answer 1

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Answer 2

The oracles are dumm;  
No voice or hideous humm Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell.

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