poetry grinder Of unblest feet. Him followed his next mate;
Both glorying to have scaped the Stygian flood
As gods, and by their own recovered strength,
Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,
Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat
That we must change for Heaven?this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid
What shall be right: farthest from him is best
Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme Above his equals. Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal world! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessorone who brings This passage is from: Anonymous,: "Beowulf" Anonymous,: "Sir Gawain And The Green Knight" Arnold, Matthew: "Dover Beach" Auden, W H: "As I Walked Out One Evening" Auden, W H: "At The Party" Auden, W H: "Epitaph On A Tyrant" Auden, W H: "Funeral Blues" Auden, W H: "In Memory Of W B Yeats" | |
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