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 ...
Oh for that Spirit, whose unearthly power Once deigned to rest on Patmos' desert clime, When the dire secrets of the future ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
There stood an unsold captive in the mart,a gray-haired and majestical old man,chained to a pillar. It was almost night,and ...
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous frown, Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-capped rollers ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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