Maxioms by John Milton
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
God's read more
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
God's latest image.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
