Practice Typing

Through the high wood, now void the more her blame, Who by the serpent was beguild I past With step in cadence to the harmony Angelic. Onward had we movd, as far Perchance as arrow at three several flights Full wingd had sped, when from her station down Descended Beatrice. With one voice All murmurd Adam, circling next a plant Despoild of flowers and leaf on every bough.