O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. — John Milton Copy Share Image
'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever… — John Milton Copy Share Image
