Maxioms by John Milton
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!
How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the read more
How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to other's note,
Singing their great Creator?
(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.
(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
