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 ...
"Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,There is not nothing, no, no, ...
TECHNIQUE Could but this be broughtInto your ken,-that the technique is thought!Escape from "Style," the notion men can useWords without thoughts,-so ...
This world is but the shadow Of the world that is to be,A ripple on the surface Of a deep, unfathomed sea.God's ...
IN companies or loneThey bend their heads, their handsThey busy with their gear,Accomplishing the stitchThat turns the stocking-heel,Or closes up ...
There is nothing in all the preachmentsOf man which either stimulatesOr confounds me. I have known,Since first my soul beheld ...
17851 O sunset, of the rise Unworthy!--that, so brave, so clear, so gay; This, prison'd in low-hanging earth-mists ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
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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