Epigram : On The Inventor Of Gunpowder (Translated From Milton)
by William Cowper
Praise in old time the sage Prometheus won,
Who stole ethereal radiance from the sun;
But greater he, whose bold invention strove
To emulate the fiery bolts of Jove.
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