Maxioms by John Milton
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your read more
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds,
That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
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.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
