Maxioms by John Milton
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves read more
For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.
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.
There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam read more
There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.