Now press the clarion on thy woman's lip, (Love's holy kiss shall still keep consecrate,) And breathe the fine, keen breath along the brass, And blow all class-walls level as Jericho's Past Jordan.... The world's old; But the old world waits the hour to be renewed. Aurora Leigh. Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,— Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty,—seemed lords of all: And worthy seemed; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone,— Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure; Whence true authority in men. Milton. |