Tough Poetry

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!

excerpt from "The Destruction of Sennacherib" by Byron.

And you really owe it to yourself to read the first half of Paradise Lost by Milton. Take it from a secret, but tough, romantic.