Posted on December 21st, 2007 by Mashkioya
Filed under John Milton, Paradise Lost |
All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colors waving; with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft [...]
Posted on September 7th, 2007 by Mashkioya
Filed under John Milton, Paradise Lost |
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed Labor, as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food, or talk between, Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food, Love not the lowest end of human [...]