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A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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