上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: To Milton

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Milton!  I think thy spirit hath passed away

From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;

This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,

And the age changed unto a mimic play

Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For all our pomp and pageantry and powers

上海龙凤shlf最新地址We are but fit to delve the common clay,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Seeing this little isle on which we stand,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This England, this sea-lion of the sea,

By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Who love her not:  Dear God! is this the land

Which bare a triple empire in her hand

When Cromwell spake the word Democracy!