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Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
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by John Milton
at 2008-04-05 |
Rating: 1.00
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O Nightingale that on yon bloomy Spray,
Warbl'st at eve, when all the Woods are still
Thou with fresh hope the Lover's heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May,
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by John Milton
at 2008-04-04 |
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Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
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by John Milton
at 2008-04-02 |
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Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets' pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
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by John Milton
at 2008-04-01 |
Rating: 0.00
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Ye flaming Powers, and wingd Warriors bright,
That erst with music, and triumphant song,
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along,
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by John Milton
at 2008-01-19 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
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by John Milton
at 2008-01-19 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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