John Milton

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of read more

I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death.

Who overcomesBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Who overcomesBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods read more

Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,
I woo, to hear thy even-song.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good.

The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.

The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.