Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest Monarchies his look Drew audience and attention still as Night Or Summers Noon-tide air while thus he spake.
John MiltonAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: December 9, 1608
- Died: November 8, 1674
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