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— John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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A way or means of approaching or entering; an entrance; a passage.

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Life

18 lines
George Herbert·1593–1633
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made a posie, while the day ran by:Here will I smell my remnant out, and tieMy life within this band.But time did becken to the flowers, and theyBy noon most cunningly did steal awayAnd wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart:I took, without more thinking, in good partTimes gentle admonition:Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste conveyMaking my minde to smell my fatall day;Yet sugring the suspicion. Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell or ornament,And after death for cures.I follow straight without complaints or grief,Since if my sent be good, I care not, ifIt be as short as yours.
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