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 ...
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.Before his arm, around the ...
I.Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,Who from the warrior bow the strong dart ...
Why, O Spring, so in vain are display'd Thy sweet blossoms that us'd to delight?And thy branches in beauty array'd, Why attract ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
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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