Maxioms by John Milton
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.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
So many laws argues so many sins.
So many laws argues so many sins.
