John Milton

When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf read more

When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
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But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.

When the scourge
Inexorable, and the torturing hour
Calls us to penance.

When the scourge
Inexorable, and the torturing hour
Calls us to penance.

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.