Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
John MiltonAnd, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
John MiltonOr bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
John MiltonAnd, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
John Milton