Poem: Quantum Mutata

上海龙凤shlf最新地址There was a time in Europe long ago

When no man died for freedom anywhere,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But England's lion leaping from its lair

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so

上海龙凤shlf最新地址While England could a great Republic show.

Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care

Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair

The Pontiff in his painted portico

Trembled before our stern ambassadors.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址How comes it then that from such high estate

We have thus fallen, save that Luxury

With barren merchandise piles up the gate

Where noble thoughts and deeds should enter by:

Else might we still be Milton's heritors.