Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
THE best of life, what is it but white moments?Those swift illuminations when we seeThe flying shadows on the fragrant ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
I. O Keeper of the Sacred Key,And the Great Seal of Destiny,Whose eye is the blue canopy,Look down upon the ...
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,Radiant colors from heaven are beamingLife's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;—Glory in death o'er ...
It was a slaughter all those of an age all under two years old put to death to assuage the ...
Haunting, warming color amethyst glass, showing itself out of the dirt at the bottle dump Sitting pristine in the corner ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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