Imágenes de páginas
PDF

THE

P0 EMS 0 F MILTON.

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

“I view that oak, the fancied glades among,
By which as Milton lay, his evening ear,
From many a cloud that dropped ethereal dew,
Nigh-sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear;
On which that ancient trump he reached was hung.”—Collins.

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small]
[merged small][ocr errors]
« AnteriorContinuar »