So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.


Milton: Prose Works, Poetical Works (ed. 1843)


So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.

So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In her functions weary of herself.