Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Avarice.See Miser. Money.Hence almost ev'ry Crime, nor do we find,That any Passion of the human Mind,So oft has plung'd the ...
* * * * * In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings, Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings-- His wings which never ...
AS when two children, hand clasped fast in hand,Explore the dimness of a fairy bowerIn tremulous encroachment, each one fannedTo ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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