Maxioms by John Milton
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
From morn
To moon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day; and with the read more
From morn
To moon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
