The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±Ç |
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When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dust , 165 I shall appear some harmless villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear . But here she comes , I fairly step aside , And hearken , if I may , her business here .
When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dust , 165 I shall appear some harmless villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear . But here she comes , I fairly step aside , And hearken , if I may , her business here .
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Together both , ere the high lawns appear'd 25 Under the opening eyelids of the morn , We drove a field , and both together heard What time the gray - fly winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night ...
Together both , ere the high lawns appear'd 25 Under the opening eyelids of the morn , We drove a field , and both together heard What time the gray - fly winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night ...
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TO THE SAME . as 5 > Her Love So clea Cyniac , this three years day these eyes , tho ' clear , To outward view , of blemish or of spot , Berest of light their seeing have forgot , Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun ...
TO THE SAME . as 5 > Her Love So clea Cyniac , this three years day these eyes , tho ' clear , To outward view , of blemish or of spot , Berest of light their seeing have forgot , Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun ...
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