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 ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sungBy one man's disobedience lost, now singRecovered Paradise to all mankind,By one man's firm ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stoodA while as mute, confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and ...
Description of Peru, and of its Productions—Virtues of the People;and of their Monarch, ATALIBA —His love for ALZIRA —Their Nup-tials ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
Until we meet again! That is the meaningOf the familiar words, that men repeat At parting in the street.Ah yes, till then! ...
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
Life as we know it hangs in the balance if the predictions, the fear, come to pass, if the ice ...
Ronald Hi Khong Wong is gone, sadly he deceased the commencement of this week. It wasn't unexpected. He never contradicted ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
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