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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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VI.

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Lord Byron·1788–1824·Romanticism
ake Leman lies by Chillon's walls:A thousand feet in depth belowIts massy waters meet and flow;Thus much the fathom-line was sent 110From Chillon's snow-white battlement,[11]Which round about the wave inthralls:A double dungeon wall and waveHave made--and like a living grave.Below the surface of the lake[12]The dark vault lies wherein we lay:We heard it ripple night and day;Sounding o'er our heads it knocked;And I have felt the winter's sprayWash through the bars when winds were high 120And wanton in the happy sky;And then the very rock hath rocked,And I have felt it shake, unshocked,[13]Because I could have smiled to seeThe death that would have set me free.