One day, perhaps, some idle tongue Mentions your name by accident: I feel as if a rose were flung Into the room, all hue and scent. — Author Name Copy Share Image
She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign… — John Milton Copy Share Image
