John Milton

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.

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.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.

Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.