Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the ...

Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai ...

is thought to be one of the greatest poems in the English language. But John Milton was quick to judge others' attempts at writing, according to a new discovery. Experts have unearthed rare ...

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

That, to the height of this great argument, I may assert Eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.