Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 135.
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 172.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.