Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Happy 400th Birthday, Milton.

A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end

(Sounds like Southbank on New Year's Eve)

No comments: