John Milton ( 10 of 239 )
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
And the gilded car of day,
His glowing axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantic stream.
And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet read more
And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
But first and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled read more
But first and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
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.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high read more
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight;
Casting a dim religious light.
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or read more
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or the barn door
Stoutly struts his dames before.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.