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How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Every
Till
Vaulted
Wings
Smoothing
Empty
Raven
Darkness
Sweetly
Silence
Ravens
Upon
Float
Fall
Floats
Night
Smiled

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