John Milton

Or did the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears read more

Or did the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected read more

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of read more

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.