Paradise Lost : Book VIII. (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
A dreamer on the hillside, in late September's glow, Looked down upon the valley that lay serene below. The blue ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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