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Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Shadows
Apparitions
Tongue
Syllable
Calling
Beck
Shapes
Dire
Shadow
Airy
Names
Syllables
Men
Tongues
Ning
Halloween
Beckoning

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