#The long dark milton full

The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. Inspires the pale-eyed Priest from the prophetic cell.ДЄ voice of weeping heard and loud lament Will hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. Runs through the archГЁd roof in words deceiving. Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail. The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne. Shall from the surface to the centre shake, While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbrake: The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep, Will open wide the gates of her high palace-hall. With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering The enamelled arras of the rainbow wearing Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold ДЄnd leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ДЄnd leave her dolorous mansions of the peering day.

#The long dark milton full

Make up full consort of the angelic symphony. With unexpressive notes, to HeavenвЂ™s newborn Heir.Д«ut when of old the Sons of Morning sung,ДЄnd the well-balanced World on hinges hung,ДЄnd bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.ДЄnd let the bass of heavenвЂ™s deep organ blow That with long beams the shamefaced Night arrayed ДЄre seen in glittering ranks with wings displayed, Of CynthiaвЂ™s seat the airy Region thrilling,ДЄnd that her reign had here its last fulfilling:Д¬ould hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union. With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.ДЄs all their souls in blissful rapture took: Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Than his bright Throne or burning axletree could bear. The new-enlightened world no more should need: The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go. Or Lucifer that often warned them thence While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.Д«ending one way their precious influence, The trumpet spake not to the armГЁd throng ДЄs if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. The idle spear and shield were high uphung She strikes a universal peace through sea and land. With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Should look so near upon her foul deformities. The saintly veil of maiden white to throw To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour. Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,ДЇrom out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.ДЄll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies

Oh! run prevent them with thy humble ode, The star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet! Hath took no print of the approaching light,ДЄnd all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright? Now while the heaven, by the SunвЂ™s team untrod, Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Wherewith he wont at HeavenвЂ™s high council-tableДЄnd chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, That he our deadly forfeit should release,ДЄnd with his Father work us a perpetual peace. Our great redemption from above did bring Wherein the Son of HeavenвЂ™s eternal King, This is the month, and this the happy morn,