John Milton

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.

If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into
you.

If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into
you.

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of read more

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.