John Milton

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.

Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

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.

Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research.

Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research.