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 ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
I GIVE thee joy!-I know to thee The dearest spot on earth must beWhere sleeps thy loved one by the summer ...
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON.Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love ...
My brother! my brother! my spirit oft cries,My brother! my brother! repeat my sad sighs;Thou art fled, dear youth, from ...
O THOU who art my only Light,Thee do I follow through the night;Though home and hope are out of sight,Firm ...
Thou wast not robbed of wonder when youth fled,But still the bud had promise to thine eyes,And beauty was not ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
Long ere I knew thee-years of loveless days, A shape would gather from my dreams, and pourThe soul-sweet influence ...
Gentle heardsman, tell to me,Of curtesy I thee pray,Unto the towne of WalsinghamWhich is the right and ready way."Unto the ...
Poor heart, what bitter words we speak When God speaks of resigning! Children, that lay their pretty garlands by So ...
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, ...
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