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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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Lord Byron·1788–1824·Romanticism
y Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see[62](For one who hath no friend, no brother there)Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery,[by]Their various arms that glitter in the air!What gallant War-hounds rouse them from their lair,And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey!All join the chase, but few the triumph share;[63]The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away,And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.