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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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The fields that together contentedly lay

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William Wordsworth·1770–1850
Variant 2: 1820. When the bribe of the Tempter beset us, said I,Let him come with his bags proudly grasped in his hand.But, Thomas, be true to me, Thomas, we'll die MS.] [Variant 3: 1836. ... chose ... 1820 and MS.] [Variant 4: 1820. When my hand has half-lifted the latch of the gate, MS.] [Variant 5: 1820. ... and ... MS.] [Variant 6: 1827. But the blessings, and comfort, and wealth that we had,We slighted them all,--and our birth-right was lost.1820 and MS. But we traitorously gave the best friend that we hadFor spiritless pelf--as we felt to our cost! MS.] [Variant 7: 1820. When my sick crazy body had lain without sleep,How cheering the sunshiny vale where I stood, MS.] * * * * * ADDRESS TO MY INFANT DAUGHTER, DORA, [A]