THE TONGUE of England, that which myriads <br />Have spoken and will speak, were paralyz’d <br />Hereafter, but two mighty men stand forth <br />Above the flight of ages, two alone; <br />One crying out, <br />All nations spoke through me. <br />The other: <br />True; and through this trumpet burst God’s word; the fall of Angels, and the doom <br />First of immortal, then of mortal, Man. <br />Glory! be glory! not to me, to God.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shakespeare-and-milton/
