Paradise Lost : Book VIII. (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
I.O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprungWith ardent hopes elate,And loudly blew the horn that hungBefore Sir Hornbook's gate.The inner ...
With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader?Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson,In ages past of Europe's realms file leader,Among ...
The best job I had was moving a stonefrom one side of the road to the other.This required a permit ...
You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmasO Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in ...
And my hands are laboring with play.Lo, I am cunningly masking labor with theVeil of gaming, letting youth be folliedIn ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's faceAnd hopeless of her grace,Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place,Fondly adoreSome stealth-won cast ...
All of my body, physical, spiritual a sacrifice to God returning the gift of my life, the precision of the ...
They were the ferns we could draw when we were little like turkeys made from hand stencils elementary school ferns ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
(From Oedipus at Colonus) Chorus. Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies, The nightingale ...
As lovers, banished from their lady's face And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place, Fondly ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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