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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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IX.

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
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Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold,Lady! thou leadest me to summer clime,And I must taste the blossoms that unfoldIn its ripe warmth this gracious morning time."So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold,And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme: 70Great bliss was with them, and great happinessGrew, like a lusty flower in June's caress.
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