Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
John MiltonLethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
John MiltonLifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
John MiltonLethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
John Milton