Maxioms by John Milton
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's read more
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds,
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf read more
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.
